Imperious

She made the laws, and he could stay, or not.

It was her game, and he a pawn or rook —

It wasn’t quite a trap; he wasn’t caught — 

But more strength than he had was what it took

To change his part within her plotted book —

And so he was obsequious and fawning

And did as he was told, while she sat

Yawning

That Door

If that door never opens
It’s locked for good one day;
And dreams, and jobs, and memories
Just up and go away

That door is watched here, daily.
They count the times it swings:
And if the number gets too low,
They’re on to other things

Then one day, we want choices,
But all of them seem poor –
For things were better, once, but we
Just never used that door —

If that door never opens
It’s locked for good one day;
And dreams, and jobs, and memories
Just up and go
Away

Almost

When she was almost young, she slept
Next to the fields of pure delight;
When she went almost out, she heard
Of secret pleasures in the night

When she felt almost love, she dreamed
Of freedom found in ecstasy —
Yes, when she almost lived, she lived
Just two doors down
From me


 

(“Almost” – 5-21-2017)

The Old Days Cannot Hold You

The old days cannot hold you anymore.
Walls once thought so forbidding disappear;
Within the old life’s empty, cracked veneer
Now freedom beckons through the waiting door

If you keep your eyes open, you will know:
This place has never meant security.
There’s more to you than simple pliancy;
Just take a breath
And make your choice
And go