Poezie

(in the doorway)

1 min lectură·21 mai 2017

Mediu

this wall is made from too many bricks

there are different colours in every of them

together they came to shadow us all

but the brick is not this, the brick builds no wall

I wonder if wonder was ever a floor

with shines, and creaks, and knubby to sole

like the shapes of a woman, like the touch of a soul

the kiss of the skin to the floor full of doors

you dropped your keys near the brick-up window

it’s night outside, and cold, and

there is you in the dark, looking more than ever

to bosom inside where the music is on, dim and warm

you came home earlier, I’m the moon of a your sun

with my hair flooding your shoulders, and the world

still lingering inside of your eyes, as you roll up your sleeves

like a musician covered in flour and cheese

I’m better tonight, you say and

I don’t know where or why or how did I become your tree

as you, my ground, my wind, my rain, my stars

open your arms as far

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Petru Teodor. “(in the doorway).” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/petru-teodor/poezie/14107537/in-the-doorway

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