Drawer

 

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 mind.

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. 

 

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Phew…I was really struggling with this one.

 

Writing 201: Drawer

3 comments

  1. trentpmcd · February 27, 2015

    This was fun.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Jeanne · February 28, 2015

    Didn’t seem like a struggle at all-except trying to get in that drawer!!

    Like

  3. cleemckenzie · March 3, 2015

    I loved the metaphor of the key. Well done. Just checking in from the AtoZ. Are you joining in the fun this year? Hope so.

    Like

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