This was for the poetry league intricate emotions against philly thats why we have the same title
Swinging Doors
“She came with a conversation; left with my heart”
REMINISCING…
Memoirs clash like titans in a bash
Dash to a fashion of lover’s quarrel.
Tempted to touch, as my fingers caress,
Gently with utter diligence with the love we
So grasp and hold onto with grace.
I slowly descend my hands to your hips,
Letting you know I’m your friend but also your lover.
To make you feel safe and secure in this arms,
I call mine and you call a loving getaway.
Walking my fingers across your arms, as we sit in relaxation,
From the world of today and drift into our own seclusion.
Hand in hand, gripping like no tomorrow,
Songs of romance play in repeat from one to five.
“I do cherish you”… cause “I SWEAR”… to “Love You Forever”
Those “Three Little Words” I whisper gently… “I LOVE YOU!”.
Ponderous thoughts play classic ballads,
To let you know my love stands unique and original.
Emphatic passion is poured into your veins,
As it travels with harmony, tickling your heart with joy.
Our hips conjoin, as one we move with essence,
Your mere presence is flustered with amiable texture.
One... two… is voiced in repeat,
As the ground gently soothes are feet playing footsy.
Gliding like clouds up in the sky,
Like the sun is to clouds, it’s tunes; our love is our melody.
“Her heart is worth dying for, in the eyes of love”
AS YOU LAY THERE…
Like water is to the land,
My love smoothly covers your love with comfort.
In my heart you tread along like splashing shores,
My lady… To your love I am your slave.
I breeze my fingers through with finesse,
Without skipping a beat our hearts pound as one.
Sending hidden messages for one to see,
Unfolding the gift, is a heart and a pot full of gold
My heart ambles with your emotions,
As the stars collide in they’re mid-orbits sending a guiding stare.
Drying in a breeze of these sentential memories,
To hold dear these moments of interminable love.
The water drips from the rain of love,
That was poured tacitly onto her heart with emphasis.
DRIP… DRIP… DRIP… DRIP…
SWING THESE DOORS OPEN
I sit in patience, exhaling to inhale,
Such nervousness whether she will turn up to smile.
Or even speak to me again or even live at all.
These questions corrupt my mind with convolution.
Contemplating if she will live or die,
So reside as her husband and wait for her final call.
My eyes race with past features,
Tainting me with lustful tears bursting.
I converse with my self as hours fast forward to minutes.
I walk in a journey and sit in an adventure pool.
Love lays right next to me,
Whispering “she said she loves you”…. in sweet serenity.
Taunting death I walk in… to hear a flat line.
“_________________________________”
I break to my knees,
These fanciful barracks have been torn down,
Nothing but charcoaled tar lies deep within my soul.
My eyes belittle all that is seen,
And no one but her is all I can see.
With a glow around I approach with ease,
Staring in her eyes as she stares back.
Gazing through the darkness I turn her path,
As she steps out the box I remain still were I stand.
Hand in hand we walk on water,
Together again we are joined as one!
Behind those swinging doors…..
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