After Having Moved a Spread of Two Blocks Move from the brownstone on 89
to this apartment on 91.
My spaced-out neon green room
translates to
a concentrated lair of burgundy-red
my bed
draped like a queen in purple velvet,
her heiness sits
on her throne in
the middle,
surrounded by
piled boxes,
cardboard that corrugates whatever empty floor space
there may have been.
I have decked the walls
with the obligatory posters and photos
strewn about that which does not go
sounded spinning symphonies of choice from the newly implanted boombox
so now
I must face
The Seduction.

There is so little space to hide
from the Velvet Temptress
sitting staunch in the center,
her charms grasp me
folded down,
slip into the tantric spread of sleep.