My Door

When love goes awry...

Knock on my door in the welcoming morning light, streaming

I'll greet you with pastel kisses, licorice whips and scented chest, all man

Hollandaise sauce and eggs as fluffy as the down comforter, tossed

Rinsing the soap from unreachable places, drying the small of your back

 

Knock on my door at noon and it will be quick if you like it that way, sweaty

Or a movie while it rains, front to back on the davenport, spoons with sugar

The nap that lends to mythical dreams, old time movie quality, innocent

A cold beer on the patio washes the days labor from a mind sprinkled with doubt

 

Knock on my door at dinner, answering in a smile and nothing else, sweeping

You wanted tacos and I made them spicy, the bead of sweat on your lip, fiery

Wine in the garden makes your lips purple and your eyes full, forgiving

By the light of the fire you tell me you haven't been as happy in a coons age

 

Knock on my door after you have thrown it all away in a midnight tryst, enthralling

Taking all of what we were and fashioning an awkward hat that will never look right

That sound on the other side of my door is me sweeping my life from the floor

Wishing that the blood would stop pumping in my ears, I am nothing, in grand fashion

 

Stop knocking at my door my love....I have nothing for you

I am nothing to you.....I am nothing

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Too many times in my life...I wanted to be it all...and I wanted to be nothing.....

[Coyote Poetry]

Very nice flow of words and thoughts. You led the reader to honest ending. Thank you Crowley for sharing the entertaining poetry and thoughts.
Coyote

[Crowley]

Thanks J...you are always welcome at my place!

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked this poem and you are welcome my friend.

[Chris Shaw]

Powerful. Infidelity can be devastating, This came across so well in this write.

Chris

[Crowley]

Thanks Christine!! Kind of spoils the mood, but sometimes that's what happens...lol.

[Chris Shaw]

It does happen, that's life. No bed of roses :))

[Neville]

You have crafted something quite unique and seriously special here....Neville

[Crowley]

Thanks man!!!!

[Neville]

Welcome.. my pleasure..

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Hearing strains of Bob Dylan, "Go away from my window, go lightly on the ground, I'm not the one you want babe..." This started out so romantic and crashed into a wall at the end. So goes the tale of love sometimes. I enjoyed the read.

[Crowley]

Thanks Fabian...sometimes writing about love ends in tragedy whether you planned it or not..lol.

[Mari' Emeraude]

What? Wait. I was going along, skipping to the romantic edge, then suddenly! Say it aint so!!!

[Crowley]

Lol...yeah, that one is a bit of a cheat....sorry. I am from Colorado originally too and they grow us that way on the western slope..lol.

[Mari' Emeraude]

ahh the Western slope ay? Quite a ways from Denver right?

[Crowley]

Grand Junction. Going to Denver for a few days next month for my dad's surgery, they live in Nebraska but the hospital is in Loveland. Hoping its a bit cooler over there.

[Mari' Emeraude]

Welll it's sure been hot everywhere. The only solice is a quick rain that has been coming through for the past few days. Safe travels. Ya never know what to expect anymore!