When This Door Opens White is the color of this day The sound of the kiss on skin moist with you The click of teeth on teeth The feel of bone moving The side that you choose now has meaning Long into the future Doors closing down the hallway mean that those things Are not for you anymore Take my hand. Hold down my heart until the waters still Pull hard against you, take me down Take me down This door closes, and another. Outside, the branches slide against the window The hard ground is frozen, the wind a blade But here heat blurs the edges Smoke rises, things burn, Things burn away and turn to smoke The edges of things make way for this Teeth click on teeth, pull, bones, something hurts there Something says no words No words are here, none are needed Just the pull, the edges, the smoke rising, the bones. Moving, Or still.
Scott Odom's Questions:
I'd like to know if this feels complete. I am trying to communicate
something about the nature of choosing, the altered state of love, the
physical world of attraction, and the idea that each choice closes off all
the other options that are avaliable until that choice is made- does this
Also- is it too physical?
Does it seem only to address sex, or does it work as intended?
Any thoughts appreciated.