The Threshold

The green of your scarf
Rests blissfully on the V neck of my summer deep green
sweater
The mustered yellow sweater makes a dancing move
They are all whispering
The red in the scarf to the green
Then the gold strip says something to the navy strip
Of the V neck
It is a gossip gathering
All hanging in vertical
Upwards
Gold shining not wanting to be ignored
My red underwear walked out with you
Wrapping your most cherished corners
Rousing all of the intimate curves
I fantasize of
They are all waiting
Hungrily
to
The narrative
They all reach out to your necklace
Next door
Quiescent on the lamp
The light enters through
The space within
Every night
Like my desire to cross the threshold
Every time I look at it
At you
once in a while
I play with the scarf
Wrapping it around my neck
The smell reminds
Me of the early morning
Us side by side
Scarf smiles
And I smile back
And then they all
see you and me
me
Playing with the softness
Of your skin
And then
Like me
They all look at us
The red
The green the gold
And the beads
The V
Same question
When? When? and when?