Open The Door

Revolving door; you

are a revolving door to me.

I see inside.

I see outside.

Counter clockwise they move, don’t they?

Move counter clockwise so you can go in

and then go out…

In and out of you.

You make me cry running, streaming tears.

They flood me often and I tread water constantly.

Tired, crying eyes.

Sad soul.

Sad little girl, sad woman.

Please just love me.

Just love

me, please.

In that way that is unexplainable and so very deep.

Just hold the door open -

make the path clear so that I can walk without trepidation

and nestle myself into your loving embrace. Can you do that?

I will hold your heart then as though it were my own; it will never

miss a beat.

It will fill with joy and playfulness and open like a lotus when

the dawn touches it’s petals and the dew glistens with hope

and fear is non-existent.