I saw the sunrise through a keyhole,
      opening every possibility to

a new day.


Unlocking the potential
                                           of what opened
                                                   before me.


Remember its to the door that yearns forward,

                            but the keyhole.


Opening new possibilities that were once locked,
                                                         ­               before you.


Always look though keyholes at sunrise,
                        for they show you the possibility of





                                     what can be unlocked.

knock and the door
   shall be opened
my knuckles are ******

what is felt but
   not spoken
my knuckles are ******

i have a soft spot for
tough times, i said from my stomach,
pouring out thick-red wine,
dusty lights and heavy air, breathless voices
and silverware clattered --
i can't be
your rock and
your punching bag, she said with one
corner of her lips curled,
reaching for her glass, a dry wooden door
shut, and the whined shriek of wind
stopped.

The storm drops they are
clawing, clawing
at the walls
I feel the shadows lengthening
exhale of evening

If you were a hungry dog
abandoned at my doorstep
would I still?

“let
me
in.”