Windows and Doors

Open wide the doors of your arms,
Knob-hands turning with a long-lost key.
Raise the sash of your windowed eyes,
Fluttering lash-curtains hiding you from me.

I want
From your hands, comfort.
Rough-gliding touch chasing demons on my skin.
From your eyes, truth.
Deep-buried wisdom found in your secret glancing.

Give me
Fingertips of pleasure.
Glimpses of your innermost.

Bring me
Hand-in-hand to a park bench at dusk.
Moist-rimmed, back from the well of undoing.

Catch me up,
Safely bound within your arms,
Locked tight in your embrace.
Hold me there,
With just a glance-
Swift look upon your face.

Oct 23, 2010