KEY
here’s a door
here’s
a key
come in
help yourself
look around
check what it
looks like
to be
in my dream
to find yourself free
to explore, free to
follow
your heart’s desire
find what
you need
since this,
this is my dream
I have
what I need
have found
what I need
here
is the door
here
is my key
SOFT
your poem
is soft
is malleable
when you call
it answers
fawns
rolls
at your feet
always there
to do your bidding
is as safe
a wicked pleasure as
anything the Universe
contrived
to devise
as harmless an intervention
as can be imagined
desperate to
appeal
this
I really feel
deep in the heart I’m
pretty sure I have
poems 2 die for