Sitting by the door
Now laying on the floor
Staring at the lock and key...
The peep hole hasn't been peeped
The door bell sends no chime
But who knows, maybe someone will show by the end of this rhyme...
In my mind there's a knock
By which I gracefully bound to answer
I straighten my skirt and fluff my lashes
For this calling, a reenactment of my dreams.
An eye through the glass assures me its him,
The face on the back of my restful lids.
I cast open the door
What's he here for?
He smiles - that smile-
The words from his mouth take effort
Failing to project across the moat between us
So my hand he takes and professes this truth:
"Its you, its you."
He tries to explain under a cage of emotion, but a motion,
the movement,
Of a kiss tender on my lips says it best.
We stand embraced, a moment for forever
The music starts to play- that song- my favorite song
and we start to sway
Perfection, hope, patience paid off... Until...
Doubt- "How did that music start to play?"
The hold loosens, our lips part and I realize I am back at start
Not in his arms or deep in a kiss..
Now in a place I'd been before-strewn out on the floor
Nothing real did I miss.
But its here I will lay,
With an eye on the key and a sigh in my heart
Waiting for the boy-that boy- to come for me.
