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The Green Velvet Door




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Unzip the jacket with a zing like bee-shot,
that slips satin from shoulders.
One layer announces its fall to the floor,
and the space around this changes.

Undo the buttons, one by one.
Fingers’ dance, twist and push through,
down the torso, at the wrist,
and the space around this changes.

Shirt-white seagull at my feet
as acrobatic arms twist back, unhook the clasp.
Release the lungs, liberate the chest,
and the space around this changes.

Bare skin, cool to the night air,
pebbles like some vulnerable beach,
and I dig my fingers in;
push back flesh and sand
where the cage, red behind white bars,
opens like a wary cabinet.

There, just in the shadow,
lies the green velvet door;
a graceful, honest pass
to this secret garden.

Set within walls of experience
built thick of brick and knowing,
it wears no sign.
I need no key.

I reach in to touch the silver knob
and spread a shiver
that is bravery, that is fear,
as the space inside me changes.

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