Keyhole

We press our ear to the keyhole
Try not to disturb the sleeping menace
Phantoms swaying in the night
Rustling like freshly pressed cotton
We pull the bell rope
Make it chime and sing
A warm creeping cheer
All that we can hear
A million little winks
Blushed in the quiet of the dark
Poured quietly over skin
A gentle stream which foams and welters

The cats lick up the salt
Dry tongues colliding with rocks
We follow the light
Shy and free
Forge our way forward with busy fingers
A style all yours and mine

We knock on wood
Listen for an answer
Slowly turn the key

Mirrors and claws twist in our eyes

We shut the door quickly
Ever watchful of the night.