it wasn’t a knock at first
you were running from yourself
in your frenetic pace
you bumped against my heart
I had it padlocked and barricaded
an old woman
living alone and afraid
in a formerly genteel neighborhood
now overgrown ghetto
grassy dilapidation
punctuated by peppering gunshots
behind all my barricades
curious and trembling
I peeked
through heart’s peephole
your ragged breath
and soulful eyes
screamed lost puppy
death- gripping the deadbolt
I slid it back
cracked the thick door ajar
both slightly breathless
(you from your marathon-sprint,
me from anxious palpitations)
we spoke
through the steel grate
hours later
we were chatting
leaning against opposite doorjambs
your breath now even
mine slightly less held
I unlatched the grate
offered you a drink
to quench your avid thirst
my heart protested
creaking and groaning
louder in subsequent breaches
you heard the ancient screech
of rusty heartstrings
unstrung and stretched to poing-ing
held my gaze
steady, warm, unwavering
I felt the fire of your soul
in the glancing brush
of your arm against mine
when I said you could
step in, shelter
from the elements
now you are ensconced
snug inside my atrium
Beautiful!
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Thank you.😉
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That last line… sounds so sensuous
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Oh thank you. I was going for multiple layers of meaning
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You meant multipleous
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Multiplicable
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Somemoreican
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Overagainigan
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Ditto
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Ooooh I really like this, and your word choices. Lovely!
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Thank you! I really appreciate it. 😉
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🙂
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That was so beautiful and elegant. I loved it.
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Thank you. This one has been partially written in my head for a while
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I’m glad you took it out on paper. Idk how it’s for you, but it’s hard for me, keeping it in the head!
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Most definitely! It certainly demands to be written 🙂
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