trap door (diamonds, fire, and honey)
INEZ: Ah, that’s the way it works, is it? Torture by separation.
No Exit, Jean Paul Sartre
we found the trap door alluring
like rose-cut diamonds
the red glow of a stove’s eye
honey drizzled across your stomach
until we discovered no exit exists
from this world to sanctuary
there is no other side or escape
no woman sawed in half or disappeared
but i am resolute in my wish to conjure
something from the space
where you no longer stand
the silence in the place of your voice
so let’s slip out of these clothes
and run into the sunshine
no longer fools for doors
but punch drunk and aroused
by diamonds, fire, and honey
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