Door
Door
I was that newly painted bedroom door
Always closed,
But open today,
And you stood there,
Watching the paint dry,
Careful not to touch,
Not to leave a mark
That would look
Inappropriate
But I, the door, felt
Better when touched,
Better when closed
Better when there was
This safe place
Where I could keep you hidden
Caged and Mine
And I hated how you waited
For that weird timing
Which was never going to come
And I wanted to strip naked,
Be free
And just be the old door
Which could let you through
With no fear of getting ruined