I Have Come

I have come to your sacred doorway many times with flowers sweet words and sultry rhymes with entreaties and often a hunger that would not satiate even after I had stripped the vine of all its grapes slipping through tentative thresholds that later opened wide finding my way to that secret room only perfect lovers ever find coaxing the latch caressing the key losing all sense of what was left of you or me then leaving in the chrysalis of dawns half-light never sure if the door behind me was abruptly shut tight until I showed up within your eyesight not at your doorway or from anywhere not arriving already here invited from somewhere into your everywhere. Originally published in "Dance of Divine Lovers" Poems of Sacred Sensuality © Joseph A Adler