Walk-in Closet

I am the light in the closet
Frayed wires and dusty lense
Cotton cobwebs and ancient secrets

One window with broken glass 
Patched silver gaff tape and paint the color of buttery atlantic oysters
Thick carpet of frothy lake water
Home to the dandy drapery of my darling wife

She is the the light in the closet
Sturdy iron pipes hinged on hard oak 
Haphazard screws and nails secure and unsure
Daylight shadows and cat hair 

Clothing pins with pink and white toppers
Fur family coat and a chair from Ikea I use to gather our suitcases
Light embroidered dresses and silk head scarves
Quiet tears and reveling solitude

We are the light in the closet
Beaconing our hidden desires 
Heavy old door almost closed

With open silk collars ready for dance
And boxes with almost used sewing machine and a cat box clean
Delicate and dormant fire 

​Awaiting our spark

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