Was I so wrong to push
this door presumed closed
I heard a rumor-
I saw a light thru the crack
I was cold outside
felt the heat leaking through
Was I wrong to turn the knob
I heard your voice
The sounds of comfort
on the other side
Forget this analogy- I am not wrong
My throat is tight
holding fast this pressure
of the minutes dragging
Metaphors don’t comfort the way
your words on my screen
fill my head with electricity
This is some strange dream
you falling at my door
(and I am on the outside?)
Was she just another excuse
to deny me of my rights?
My right to be inside your head
my right to be inside your heart
We talk so much about fears
but not enough about desires
So, do you desire me?
Agony makes me a poet
Anticipation makes me a fool
The fucking computer makes me say
out loud to you what
whispers you passed by
when I stood aside for you and
your comfortable girl
Music makes me long for more
you…you make me wait
2-17-99
