"Leave No Trace"

The room was rented,
her heart on loan,
affections borrowed,
passions shown;
garments silken,
on the floor,
do not disturb,
on the door;
her breath quickened,
her breasts a sigh,
in her arms
I went to die;
instead I lived
from her touch,
I guess I needed
this so much;
I'd been alone,
not anymore,
the room was rented,
and behind the door,
there lay lovers
in sweet embrace,
their loneliness
leaves no trace