Old keys that open old rooms
Old rooms where secrets are stashed
Stashed happiness.
Old memories
Memories of other lifetimes
Lifetimes spent in feckless thought
Thoughts yielding to action
The action of a key turning in the lock
A breath held
Held against the sheets
by a lover's hand
Hands that moments ago
slid down my thighs
Thighs now windmilling
to displace this man.
This lover
Against the intrusion of
the key turning in the lock.
Just lovely.
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