Don't Ring The Doorbell Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

When you arrive I will be waiting,
When you arrive I will be sweating.
When you arrive I will be worming,
for loving you is an art I learned
in a dream on waiting.

Don't ring the doorbell for my hand
is always on the doorknob. My thoughts
thoughts wake me up in the breeze and
call you hither lover mine.

Don't push the door for I will fall down
the way I fell for you. The thud will
be heard in the land of love for I will
have fallen that far deep.

My wait has been long for my feet know the
wait was long in school at breaktime. Like
a school child's break for to play with you is to play with you.

Our game has me shaking as I hold you in
my mind. No embarrassment for you are the
thing I want most. Don't ring the doorbell. Just come in for I wait in love.





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