The Doorway of My Dreams

i stand at the doorway of my dreams

blue paint vibrating

against the palm of my hand

wondering whether to open the door

i touch the panel

sliding my hand down against grain

knowing that all I need to do is push

and if i were to do so

the hum of love would soak

my mind’s eye

and the wind would whisper

my name to your skin

the moisture of toes

dipped in pools

would stream to eye and line

and would dew cheek

and yet, the push

would cost--

a forgetting of sorts

an abandoning of pain

so long carried

in creases

of heart and mind

that an unfolding would,

by its nature,

expose tender points to sun

unnecessarily

they gather now

only in the creases after all

and inform the windshield of heart and eye

i sweep to one side their memory

for the moment

and slowly turn

the door, after all,

will still be there tomorrow

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt August 11, 2012. Do not copy or use without the express written permission of the author.