Poem #2,705 | An Elephant Door

I am finding my way around
your body –
eye-rub of you –
I am learning
[again] how to
be under quieter thoughts &
softer abut
[compared to all
filed-away stuff] –
I’ve found
a way to pull at my elephant
door
[it had been slid tight] –
keeping me quiet & shut out
[kept in place by idle slurs &
misdirects of words] –
I have
wonderings now in my time
by our pulling at that sound
stage entrance
[you play me
a song] –
I am opening more