Through Walls
This is where I stand, with roots deep from my toes, into the ground cracking pavement, and to trace into the cracks with organic fingers of plant and bone, reaching into the heart of the matter. I break through so many shut doors, with perseverance and gentle dominance. I know you are behind door number 3. I felt your essence behind the walls, where I made love to myself against white plasterboard, with closed eyes, which is the only way to touch you. To get to you from behind walls, and doors, and long halls. To make the connection. Get on the wavelength. To turn on the lights and you.