Monday, October 8, 2018

Back door


I let him in
Through the back door

He alone
Holds the password.

Seldom knocks
But often enough;

Through the tiny peephole
Of the unresolved,

I take the chain
Off the door.


I keep my skirt
While he unbuttons my heart

That door policy is rough
But he earns my trust;

That love hurts
'Til the gentle push.

Unlock
The secrets to my core;

The fissure 
Of pleasure

For a full-frontal
Of my soul.


He sneaks
In the back door

Only he knows
The password;

No one is welcome
But one.