venerdì 29 gennaio 2016

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

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