The Story of the Door

Part One- Reality The door is closing I’m loath to close it And yet….and yet I feel….I must Close it gently Close is surely Close it….SLOWLY Oh, so very slowly Hoping against hope Part Two- Fantasy How I long to fling it open And dash outside Grab your retreating frame And pull you inside Eager to show you The wonders I’ve prepared The love decorations I’ve hung Perhaps if you could see With your own eyes My little and cozy heart The warm fire that continually burns The bed that I’ve prepared and perfumed The food…delicacies for your tongue Treats bursting with flavors You’ve never tasted before Sweet dainty desserts for when The night has turned to day And we arise hungry Searching for what will sustain us For our next expenditure Of passion tinged energy From which we never tire Perhaps then You'd come inside My heart kingdom Here, you reign In this kingdom All is under your command My soul and body Yours to do with as you wish Without asking Without demanding For I belong to you And I know you well Aware of what will please When to appease When to placate And when to tease… I serve you with tender hand Longing to satisfy you So you will never want to leave To make you dream contented dreams As you sleep soundly On the soft silken pillows Of my body And awake to dream again For life is but “A Dream within a Dream” Part 3- Back to Reality No, your figure continues to retreat My voice does not reach you My tears fall unnoticed This door of my heart Must close forever I will bolt it too For I cannot bear the thought Of letting another in Only you Only you… I sigh behind the door Looking at the bed That will not hear My moans and cries of ecstasy Nor your contended sighs A bed that will never hold Our entwined bodies Tossing and turning Finely tuned to the rhythm of delight A bed that will never feel Hands that clutch at its silken sheets Desperate to hold on…a little longer In that pulsating world of blinding light Part 4- The Final Act I lean with all my strength against the door To close it “forevermore” And yet… There is resistance It will not close Frustrated, with tears spilling down Threatening to turn into a deluge I fling the door open Only to look at a massive chest My eyes travel up to your face And those beautiful eyes My source of delight Your hand reaches out And wipes away tears My breath catches in my throat As I hear your mellow voice speak “Won’t you invite me in?” Part 5- Yes, the happy ever after! Eileen Manassian Ghali