Doorway

Doorway

By Tom Squitieri

Wait in the doorway

She said

Then you are framed like

A painting

A painting just for me

To hang on the wall of

My heart

There is just enough light

Around you to cast 

A thoughtful

halo

That teases the shape 

Of your body, she said

And begins the brew of

The mind

A painting to hang on 

My lips

You stopped perfectly in that doorway,

And I can almost feel you ready

To take the next steps toward me

I am smiling,

Knowing that will happen, 

She said

That one I hang

In my imagination

First, I want to look at

You a few more minutes,

She said.

Add a few brush strokes

To help me decide 

When to join the painting.

And tell you to

Come