Life

Was it here where I reached standing?
This inviting portal of delight
two tables, one full of books!
Was this the heart that opened?
Promising soft and wide richness of desire?
...A nice curtains on the door.
Was this she who called me in?
She of seductive grace beyond the others,
Grasping, bloused with our soft caressing.
Wasn’t I the man who came inside?
The peeling reflection of the focused me...
Then pocketless, drained, I!
My heart,
where art thou?


……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn