The Key
The key is placed carefully in the back of the drawer,and chastity is ensured for months, for years.
Have mercy on me, for time slips and yaws
and opens like a sealed envelope for the bearer.
My eyes become wet when I close them tight
to see our last moments together.
No rosary, no tens of Hail Mary's
will resurrect me from the dead;
Yet the spirit can die, too. I long to die free
against your chest, key flung into some faraway corner.
