Rusted Mahogany

Deep seeping agony
Kept behind the Mahogany
Of this bolt rusted, country side door
It lives inside of me
It festers and thrives with every folk ballad sung to me
It's a painful pleasure that comes with every song I sing alone
Dreaming, wondering
If we can create a lasting home

But the rust on these bolts makes it hard
To pry open this old Mahogany door
I've tried-I have
I've given and I've let you have
A special part of me
That's soft and shapely
I've whispered your name, but you kept silent
With eyes closed and your mouth held shut
Fastened with layers of rust

Your bolts are corroded
You're cracked and weathered
Your color is fading
But I'm still trying
To open from the inside out
A deep seeping agony
Kept behind the Mahogany
Of this bolt rusted, country side door




written May 2008