Poem: Doors

 

Doors

 

more mouth than entryway,

these doors taste whatever comes through.

 

doors more lonely than a library has pages.

hungry mirrors of each other,

positioned to kiss.

 

one door excites another

until they fall into a room

within a whirlwind of shocks.

 

when sated from all the hurt and bliss

the doors flow easy,

giddy to drift in an odd museum:

 

smitten sculptures,

arrows through their hearts.

 

the arrows point to more arrows,

arteries and journeys

and many more signposts,

until it all resolves 

at the same destination.

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5/7/24 ... 

3/21 "and drift" replaces "and i drift"

3/13 ... sculptural mods

3/3   "toward" replaces "at" ... 

2/6 ... really hard poem ... I tried... 

2/6 "doors" replaces "signposts" ... "come" replaces "collide"

 2/23 .. titled changed to "Doors" from "Mind Doors"