Doorways

 
It has been said,
by you mostly,
(my sleeping is that
of innocence on
angelic divinity),
but, 
this isn't always the
case in question,
for, if you were to 
witness my thoughts
on further scrutinising
you'd be enlightened 
as I was,
maybe with desire too.. 
you see,
I'm taken most nights,
not the taken from a lovers 
nestling influence,
oh no no no,
more direct in approach, 
you see,
(actually you don't see,
thankfully you see
It's one of two)
I'm taken, 
transported, uplifted,
carried, many words
to describe joyous 
moments deep into the night,
let me explain some more; 
It's the door first,
not a gentle knocking,
tap tap taping, 
more caving in,
broken by shove or kick,
oh it's mighty loud, 
only me to hear,
you see? (ok maybe you don't)
it was never about anyone else,
as for me, well.. 
as always
I'm awaiting his arrival,
curled up in bed,
Pretending,
just as well really,
so anyway, where was I,
oh yeah, the door..