I dream about you at night –

about your secrets and treasures and lies

I spy on you, I plan.

The day I touched you,

caressed you, probed you the very first time –

the overwhelming desire to posses you

has consumed my mined.

You act as nothing happened, unmoved

hiding behind walls and locks.

Your silence mocking my efforts –

no squeak, no creak, not even whine

to my desperate break-in tries.

My knees are chaffed, my fingers bleed

Oh how I wish to know where is your key.


Phew…I was really struggling with this one.

Writing 201: Drawer

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