She Erects Barriers
for D.B.A.
she leaves the door open
interesting the doors she never lets you open
the doors you never get to open
the doors you never get open
not as loose or as easy
as led to imagine or to believe
she leaves the door open
or she seems to or she doesn't
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2010
12:54 a.m. 31.08.10
for D.B.A.
she leaves the door open
interesting the doors she never lets you open
the doors you never get to open
the doors you never get open
not as loose or as easy
as led to imagine or to believe
she leaves the door open
or she seems to or she doesn't
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2010
12:54 a.m. 31.08.10
posted by Obie Quiet at 1:27 AM
2 Comments:
You have made be believe in the magic or the power of poetry that you are able to consult it/him/her/she in times of need.
Poetry is like a cell membrane between us - at once connecting us in that we are as near as my being on one side of this slim wall and your being on its other side. What in addition is interesting about it is that this slim membrane is all that separates us. In addition, it is porous. Your essence and substance and my essence and substance do pass through this delicate membrane poetry makes possible and we affect each other - change each other. What a miracle of a relationship, Dee, darling.
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