In the mist of anxious anxiety he heard a knocking
Surely it was not the sound of the Christmas bells lining the stockings
Then again it came a rapping
Surely someone tapping
Alerting my attention as if I was possibly napping
Approaching the 🚪 door
I could feel the wonderment from high to the very low beneath the drapings on the floor
Ready and willing I unlocked the door
I wonder what it is she is feeling
Was the sound of miscellaneous turning and grinding as appealing as the knock that awoken me from my frantic state ?
The tremble of mystic bewilderment and spiritual connection radiated a pulse between the opposing sides of the cheap piece of wood that made up the fancy painted door
I opened it obviously yet I felt helpless to the impulse to lay eyes upon a love that grew into the love we now knew this was it
It's true
Believe me when I implore in telling you
Not since has the divine nature in the presence of each other's breath seized a eternal divinity
There's no fantasy in which this story doesn't end happily
© Christopher j. Jarman