Knock on the Door

Knock on the Door


Does she not incline her ear?
Hear her heart pounding as I knock at the threshold?
Hear the creaking bolt and feel her thumb press the latch?
See her smile as it swings, lighting the space between us?
That look, as our eyes meet and she motions inside.

How she greets me with that long and familiar embrace,
on her tip-toes, pressing close, like a once parted lover;
now stepping back, (with invitation) her hands reaching out.
How we pause, breathless, hearts beating together,
How our confidence gives vent to nervousness.

By the gods!
Have you ever seen such fluid grace?
She must be an apparition, with the scent of a goddess!
She spins enchantment, and in awareness,
covers shame with threads of rich anticipation.
From her lips comes the vapor of whispered promises,
reaching back through a lifetime, to the fonts of creation.
See how they perk? promising a nurture, long forgotten?

Alas
The time comes to act on sentiment;
To put aside fancy and forgive base union
those compelling pleas of eagerness.

Come,
Accept the lead and dance to the music.
Come close, step back,
Pushing and pulling, inciting desire.
Around and around, closer and closer,
further and further, back and forth
until there comes the moment of truth.

Feel the start as our bodies uncoil?
Halting breath, as passion rears her head?
As anticipation strains, fumbling and awkward,
eager and trembling; while longing stretches
and frustration gropes for bliss?
Clumsy at first, but undeterred, leading girth,
with glad and gentle urging.

Enough!
Let practice school passion on when to step and bow.
Let the moon shine brightly upon the here and now.
Let chest and breast be introduced, let lips make mournful groan.
Let finger tips and pounding hips excite the fevered bone.
Let rhythm skip the ancient rite, let conscience rile and flee,
With grace accept the needs of nature's urgent harmony.

The drum starts beating louder. Lightning knits the sky.
Thunder shakes awareness as wonder gives a sigh.
Faster, faster, back and forth, pounding like the surf;
rising like an arrow up, and falling back to earth.
'Til eagerness can bear it, suspense of nothing more;
'til one last wave rears itself and rushes to the shore;
'Til joy cries out her happiness, 'til the music ends;
To promises of lovers, and all that it portends.
'til at last with final sigh, we briefly get to to see;
contentment, lying in the arms of love's eternity.