By Ms_Demeanour
Date: 19 October 1999

The Chamber

You do not slumber alone
In the chambers of my heart.
But your room is yours
As long as you'll stay
And even if you part.

My heart has sheltered many dreams.
It buffets the cold, hard wind.
It will nourish you many a day,
As though it's never sinned.

Sleep enfolded in the warm, soft flesh,
Your head on the throbbing red.
And don't say I didn't warn you.
And don't say you didn't dread.
And don't say it isn't warm
In this pulsating, blood-soaked bed.