It’s been a while. Stretching my limbs. Shaking out webs.
With your eye pushed against my breast bone
Am I cold like an apartment door?
One-way peephole, insides filtered fisheye
To rhythm my heart swells open and wide.
Knock softly, there may be a feeling
Just past the welcome mat, dormant inside.
Your vision, is it near sighted?
or far out- traffic lights or fields that roll?
Can you sense how far my arteries reach,
until this flower blooms? Can you see until spring?
Am I warm like a creature just born?
Opening wide, realizing time, tuning in to the touch…
A blank eye hangs loose on a string.
I curl like a doorknob as you peer in.
Kate Devine 