Doorways

Love poem

Doorways



Before being forced to leave you for the night
I would force you up
Against the walls of your doorway-
My hands exploring your body
My face buried in your blonde hair that smelled like strawberries
Like it was a map and I a cartographer
Your kisses tasting like cigarettes and Coca-Cola
Then I would go home,
Call you on the phone and
Finally fall off to sleep -
Dreaming of you
Until the sun rose and
I could be with you again