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Knocking on Your Door - a Poem






“I removed all the doors to our love, so you can’t lock yourself away from me. But I didn’t stop there. I also replaced the doors with metal detectors, so I could fondle you more efficiently, like the highly trained professionals do who run airport security. ” ―Jarod Kintz
Hey Darling, I’m knocking on your door
You’ve said if I wanted you, just knock
I’ve knocked three times,
I don’t wanna be banging on the floor.
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C’mon Baby, open the door you see
I’m firing up, I wanna jump on you
I wanna be with you, that’s where I wanna be
So hear my knocks, don’t you want me?
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Here we are in my thoughts, you and I
We’re climbing, sliding atop double rainbows
Running wild and free in the fields over fresh grass
Hundreds of ‘em, cupid’s copper red arrows flying by.
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We lay on the ground, no soft flannel blanket to spread
Our bodies well entwined like an aged tree’s vine
Wet kisses followed like morning’s misty dew, then you said,
Don’t worry Hon, the day is new, it’s too soon to end.
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Beneath the marshmallow clouds, no intention to refrain
The merging of thirsty hearts blessed by a shower of rain
Then a little bunny came sweetly kissed both my feet
I whisper in his ear, “tell him my bunny, he is driving me insane.”
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Now, I want to only cuddle and cradle you in my arms
‘Til like a baby you fall asleep, your silky hair brushing my cheek
So dear Darling, tell the honey bees you love me every day
But take all things slowly dear girl, a scruffy-winged butterfly warns.
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“Hey Hon, wake up. How long have you been sittin’ there?”
“I heard some knocks, but saw no one out my door,”
“I’m glad that you’re here, was just dreaming ‘bout you,”
“We climbed, slid down double rainbows and to a place nowhere.”
≈♥≈ ©coffeegginmyrice "Knocking On Your Door" a Poem 09.10.12
...My tears are hungry for an open door
Keep The Love Burning
Comments
Poetry for sweet dreams and love. Much enjoyed.
Rod Stewart did some great work with his earlier band - The Faces which featured pre-Stones Ron Wood and a classic song called Stay with Me - and an earlier incarnation of that band was called Small Faces with one of my all time favorite vocalists Steve Marriot - and yes you are right - when in doubt , go to You Tube because they have 'everything' ......lake erie time 10:19pm listening to an Electronica compilation cd courtesy of Mojo magazine - check out Mojo Magazine online - it's a world class music mag.
...well you'll find me forever knocking on your hub door my dear friend, esteemed colleague and fellow Canadian. You are such a special writer with such an amazing wealth of talent. You can write any style, create any mood and pick any genre in which to compose your beautiful, soulful and profound thoughts - beyond that - Epi is once again speechless although out of admiration and respect for your craft.
My favorite Rod Stewart album is Every Picture tells a story - and tonight because I am off will be loud music night with a few brown pops and some howling at the new moon - lol - had a nice walk before dark with my deaf cat Gabriel along our beach - and he was running free like a minature white horse by the shoreline with the music from Vangelis' Chariots of Fire - lake erie time 9:05pm
This is so sweet and I love it! The photos you took are amazing and really do add beauty to the poem. I love your colorful expressions, especially the slide down the double rainbow.
Ahhhh....very enjoyable...would love to stay there. Vote up
Thank you for sharing this delightful poem/story.
Oh what sweet and lovely dreams, but we always have to wake up. You are such an amazing poet and writer. I just love your writing style and imagination. Beautiful. In His Love, Faith Reaper
Slid down double rainbows.....very nice imagery! Loved this!
Oh the power of love! Indeed it makes us nuts even in our sleep, eh? So, catch your dreams and make it happen even if it means breaking that beautiful door.
This is a sweeping hub, intensely expressed and you are blessed with a creative mind.
Have a good night my friend.
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