The Locksmith of My Heart

The locksmith of my heart By Jude Kyrie When the night is silent. Deep into its slumber. A bright moon smiles its bloom as its doorway to outer space opens. In the kitchen the dog sleeps. Children making dreamy noises In their rooms. I feel the tips of her fingers Upon my skin she is a locksmith of hearts. I have known her so long. Familiar with its mechanism. She uses the tools of her trade her fingertips deftly and silently. I can feel the tumblers falling on the vault lock. Her lips caress my skin The combination has been broken again. And the great door to the vault of my heart creeks open. All my emotions and love and desire are right there in front of her. She looks at the hidden pirates treasure. And takes from me everything that she wants. And everything I have to give her.