Ghazal of Opening

What a disaster it is, what a suicide, to adore;

Open all windows to the hurricane, and shut to a door.

You submerge yourself quite deliberately in the salt and fire,

The skin peeled back, the meat exposed, bones bent - open: you, a door.

When I put myself in prison, I made sure I had the key,

But where's the lock? I did not know then that I could lose a door.

I would crawl inside of you, curl around the soft gold of you

Like a dragon, a worm - if only I knew the way to a door.

I thought I'd wait on a threshold to see if you would follow,

But I look about and find I am already through a door.

I am in the desert of you, lost, entering and entered,

Consuming and consumed. I walk the smooth sands, the dune a door.

I was Janus, Lord of ways, I could see in front and behind,

I was God and safe. But you opened me. I am, too, a door.