deep inside (a memory)
snaking in and out of hidden hallways
seeking respite in smoke and shadows.
welcomed by a sunken booth with
open arms and a bottle of wine.
intoxicatingly familiar – warm.
over the years and through the haze
things filed away and forgotten –
all but nervous anticipation.
the skeleton key
you dangle helplessly on my chain.
i grasp you in my hand instinctively.
your shaft pressing into my flesh
i cannot wait to use you –
to see where you’ll take me.
upon insertion you fill my niches.
- a jiggle - a twist -
all my doors are open.
colors. a rainbow
rushing over me.
a licentious cascade
bleeding and changing.
no longer definable