Revolver

It was
         winter
then too

Southern air rang
cool with the
                     promise
of jonquils as steam
                                rose
above the heated pool and
your eyes drifted ‘cross
my collarbone, counting
                                     pearls
in drops of water on my skin
                                             You always have one foot out the door.
Pitiless olives bobbed
                                  sharp
against my tongue
clambering to
                    safety
up the slope of glass
while beyond the
fence, sisters
                     yowled
to life the pale bumps
that scarred your golden arms
                                        Even when it’s not there, I feel it.

Did you know?
How could you know?

All the doors
the many doors

All the years
the many years

All the men
the many men

And all
the hands left
                      unstretched
the paths left
                      unblocked
the exits left
                      Open

When
           Stay.  Please stay.
might have
                 closed
them
All of them
                 Forever

c.sdmrogers 2008