The Place of You

I need the key crouching on the lonely steps yearning to get in to the place of learning you splinters buried under my hungry nails as I scratch at your love door pressing my flushed cheek of wanting you against the cold window pane of not knowing you completely give me the key to your desire and lust so I can tie it around my wrist with an earnest silk ribbon and it will dangle sweaty in my palm with trembling hands I will unlock you and crash in anxiously pilfer through the trinkets of your heart I will hijack that treasure key so I can rummage through your soul pull out each drawer of your mind I want to scramble through the souvenirs of all you are I must have the key to the place of you