Knock, Knock

If I am a shut room, I am a locked room.
There will be no getting in.
You can let the wolves howl at my doorway,
or let the men come with their keys —
or let the sun finger my curtains —
or let the Loved One beg me, “Please.”
My heart is a door that stays open,
but my heart is a door with a lock.
My love is a room that is open,
until my love is a room that is not.

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3 comments
    • Thank you. I appreciate it. I wasn’t sure about this one, but just kind of gave up on changing it after an hour.

      • Katherine Rebekah said:

        No need for changes. Perfect the way it is. 🙂

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