That Door

27 May 2026

https://poems.culturing.net/2026/05/27/that-door/

Let me revisit the question of love,
which I swore to escape, just to find myself
pulled back down to the swamp of desire
when desirable visions arrived. She offered herself
as a vision of immaculate desirability. She offers
nothing more than a vision, and yet that vision
entrances, serves as an entrance to a fuller version
of myself, the self I would like to be.

I walked through that door, and found hope
and despair. I was really there, all of me, even
the parts that I could not see. She could see them,
or made me believe she could see. Was I free
or enslaved? Perhaps both. I was on my way.