To My Room Poem by Jose Joy

As my dirty feet rest on your chest
I feel the hate of the fresh paint running through
But I know you recognize my warmth
Even after time has worn out so much.

Strong are the memories I cherish
That avalanches into my heart.
The one to whose arms I crawled,
Like a father had held me on feet first,
Whose heart grieved at the sight-
Of me with a school sachet; crying,
Always watching over me as my mother would
As I reluctantly finished my homework.

You, my closest friend, saw first
The fascinations and fantasies of my puberty;
Then slowly turning to a comfort
When the beast of depression tortured my mind
That's when your door swung shut, leading me to exile,
Keeping me warm and beautifully lonely,
The chill on your walls teaching me to be cool
Slowly shaping myself into a character.

Now you see me in the same old chair,
Pair of empty eyes gets you worried
Then a smile stretches your red shades,
You see in my liquid depths, the beautiful face
Whose shadows had adorned my dreams,
In the meditative silence my ears strain to hear
Her musical footsteps from miles apart.
Your heart so full, you make bed for us on your lap
For me to make love to her on the warm sheets,
The love these long years have conceived
Making her an extension of my loneliness.