Room Without

I savor key sounds linking
grooves to the lock
and the safety click
of the latch
catching home.

I crave no window slashing
sunshine bolts like lightning
across my floor.

I cherish my private air
undisturbed by the outside
so much I control my breath
as if a candle might die
not that I wouldn’t blow it
out if I had one.

I delight in my dark space
like an epic dream I direct,
star in and film.

I adore my room
without
entrance/exit,
intrusion/elusion.