The key
When did you get the key to my door
It’s been locked for so long
I remember when I put the bolt and nail it to the floor
Fear and hurt infused the metal like a song
You inserted a key
Turned it to the right
I stood before you
I the softest moonlight
You really looked at me
Realizing what I was wearing you see
Your over sized white tee
That fit like a dress on me
Tonight there is no locks
There are no doors
There is only power
I feel as my hand reaches for yours
There is another key within the man
To fit in a lock that others could not open
Anticipation that married with fear
If I let you in..will you stay near
On sheets of lost hopes
A drumbeats in my core
Gentle fingertips strokes
Slicking the lock of my door
Eyes sizing if entrance will be allowed
Mind racing concerned that he will stop now
The press of the key made other thoughts form
Will the key fit in a lock that weathered a solitary storm
As if the door could not hold the bolt in place
The key fully inserted taking time to adjust to the space
A slow turning, and angled just right
The door finally opened to the key that night.
The story does not end with the key in the door
I’ll let your mind wonder as the sounds hit a crescendo vibrating possibility
Want more?
definitely more… crap… this touched me more than you think
Ooo, did it now. Nice;)
I love it when you skip the conventional, and just flow like spilt honey all over the page, Fia – encore! x
Thank you Hjx
Great use of words and rhymes. Awesome job here.
Thank you ..I appreciate that Vision;))
A sensual poem, written with the precision of a master key. Or should I say: Mistress key!
Haha, thank you M.E;))
Passionately penned, Fia. A very seductive write my friend. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you, Cuz.
Damian
Oh damn! That’s some fierce wordplay there! You built that to perfection!