Reflection in Stainless Steel Doors

we were always together
in those days    like mercury
and a thermometer     I sat
in a ball at your spine

we were lovers then   up and down
like an elevator in a shaft
I forgive the shaft    its terror
the ride was sometimes lovely

returning from the night
at 3 a.m.      in my sandals
expecting a murderer

when the doors dinged open
we were lovers       then
now we would    be strangers
again         renewing strangeness

if the elevator doors       ever opened
and you were just there     what to do?
I have begun     to look like Beckett now
and frankly             a door has no excuse


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