A Cold White Door

13 comments

coldwhitedoor

A cold white door
not in my home
one key
golden hope
not in her hand.

Oh the cold
pale room!
not in my dreams
who could have
known
not in my mind.

Outside
the vengeful
wind
blows angry
inside we’re
shuddering
touch of shaking fingers.

Estranged white folds
adorn white curves
and pressed against
the idea
we gasp.

Aged in a moment
too soon
the deception revealed
a parting gift
and a
parted loss
is all I know.

13 comments on “A Cold White Door”

    1. Thanks very much. It’s expressed regret over sleeping with a certain girl when I was much younger. In a hotel that had not turned on the heat in that wing for some reason and it was January and frigid. But the sharing hands represent both the cold and the nervousness of the moment. I don’t usually convey the meaning, but it’s you. So there you are

      Liked by 2 people

I Would Love Your Thoughts!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s