First in a Series
Standing here with a key
to unlock a door that will not open
I have entered through others
but always return to this one
this one with its mystery
with its possibility
with its curiosity
with its ability
to hold me enchanted & spellbound
offering a glimpse of a world
no one has known
of an innocence reborn
laying itself vulnerable and bare
while revealing nothing
this one with its promise of nothing
with its restrained longing
with its hesitant tempting
with its constant reaffirming
that the only thing left to want
is that which you cannot have
2 Comments:
Great poem! May you unlock many new doors!
Whoa, that's pretty impressive and deep.
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