knock knock

Portrait of Space by Lee Miller.

"The Soul selects her own Society — 

Then — shuts the Door —"

Emily Dickinson

knock knock

I can hear you knocking

knock knock

it is a serendipitous singing

both of you are touching

me

is it true?

should this door be kept closed?

what is a door after all?
certainly not a piece of wood
a door is a passage point
to my heart
and senses
I closed and locked it
because you both
shut it violently
vehemently
stripping off all my
desires
a door is also a gesture
it is my hand
reaching out for you
it is my lips
kissing your lips
it is my eyes
meeting your eyes
demon
and
perhaps
you angel

I am scared

I am

I am not

me not me

not not
net of words
knot of breath
waiting
wanting
wanting
and
waiting