The Blue Tile

The blue tile, solitary
In the red room
Alone
The difficulty of being kind
The gap full of empty air
A place
A time
A break
Sensuality twisted amongst hate
Holds the heart firm in place
A sly snake in mind
Coiling, clutching, caressing
The forged thoughts
Gravity to enjoy
The enchanted moment
Like the blue tile
For I am amongst the clutter