The bedroom door once locked
Is now open wide
I stand on the threshold
Hesitant to go inside
As memories of his touch
Skate across my skin
I allow myself
To think thoughts full of sin
While in the doorway
With my body on fire
I reign myself back
Coiled tight by desire
A place to duck
When the world shakes
I lean on the frame
Applying the brakes
My emotions run deep
Below all the lust
I want to forsake them
But I'm afraid to trust
That I can walk out
After I've gone in
Because I know his true heart
I can't win.
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Deanna Repose Oaks
Deanna Repose Oaks started writing poetry as a teenager and never stopped. Inspired by an Editor's Choice Award for "I Give Up" from poetry.com in 2006, she started publshing books in 2007.
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