I will take every chance that you give me. Give me your limits, then I’ll reach them all.
I will go further, to prove you don’t love me;
to prove you won’t catch my serrated fall.
Everything opens a fairy door, be it a watch, or a card, or a screw.
You just have to find the right door for it, darling.
Or better yet, let it find you.
I like doors that open with knives, those are the ones that are opened at night.
So things can be stolen, and severed, and blurred;
like a wrist, and then into the light.
I love doors that open with wine, those are the spiraling, maddening sort.
I keep clanging these lone, empty bottles together
and constantly coming up short.
shrinks arent cheap 
You could not have ended that better. Wonderful.
thanks, darling.
this is lovely
thank you
“I will take every chance that you give me. Give me your limits, then I’ll reach them all.I will go further, to prove you don’t love me;to prove you won’t catch my serrated fall.” I love this intro. Very revealing.
Your door images really got under my skin. Here’s my response poem:
I prefer the door that opens at dawn
with the silent sigh of the changing tide
the door where there was none before the
moment that it was spun into existence
I like the unlocked door with nothing
to pry no knife or fist or broken-off
neck from the empty third bottle is
needed to inscribe the red words
scratched code on hidden white softness
door that waits always ajar even
when I’m lost in wine’s fevered torment
opens even when I cannot
All the best. Keep writing.
Alice
beautiful. the best poems open into more poetry. i thank you.
Doors that open with knives? Wow, say I.
I love doors especially ones I’ve never been through lol
yes. those are the best ones.
Ill door number 3 and go for it lol
I enjoyed reading a lot of your work yesterday. I will definitely dive back in
Melody eagerly begs for affair with these wonderful words. Also, every door is an opportunity.
lovely comment, just lovely.
I love doors that open with words and expressions, with “I’ve never told anyone this before”, with unspoken promises and with sometimes goodbyes. I love your words, and how they make me think…I love the part about doors opened with knives so much that the words/images/evocations will be bouncing about in my mind for awhile.
your thoughts are beautiful. keep writing them!
The best doors are locked and don’t have handles, the ones you have to have to break down with sledgehammers and kick in.
you are right, as ever. the ones that demand your blood.
I must admit the rhymes caught me by surprise. As always, very moving, and very precise. It is hard to balance the two, and you mastered this balance.
I once wrote a sophomoric play about adolescence and the such, in which the protagonist’s mother asks him why he insists on closing metaphoric doors.
His reply:
“I don’t live in a corridor.”
I like that reply, thank you for your lovely comments.
this would be amazing as a song! love it! 😀
thanks! maybe sometime it will be
Good advice about the doors. Can’t get a handle on them sometimes 😉
right? 😉
I like the one’s that open with wine, too 🙂
Great words. I like this new style a lot.
thanks, john
Wonderful triplets–nice subtle rhyme works very well with the subject…tricky and well-done use…love the turns of this…from anger to vulnerability…with so many stops along the way…
thank you so much.