They walk into the room,
them in their tight grey jeans,
light brown hair carelessly
pushed to the side.
They walk in confidently,
a change from the
passive slink through
They smile and it's not to
it's to the other people in
the room, the people who are
smiling back because they
know this person,
and they like this person.
And this person knows this,
and that is why this person
has been looking forward to this
He walks into the room,
in a flannel button down
and baggy khakis,
combat boots with
he sees everyone at the table and
breaks into a smile,
ready to rely the news
he's kept inside all last night
and all day,
waiting waiting waiting
for this moment.
He shows them all
the text, the text from a late night
that proves to him
that he and his
are on their way to
And everyone is happy
He walks into the room,
baggy shorts and
a button down over
a graphic tee,
scared, shy, but as soon as
he opens the door,
sees a half-dozen smiling faces
feels the temperature of the room
that seems to be
a good twenty degrees warmer than
he smiles his first real smile
since a long-time ago,
and is not afraid of
saying who he is,
and who he has yet
From Beth Ann Fennelly’s The Welcoming
“Distance was the house from which I welcomed you,”
…lacing the rosemary cream corset, humming underneath my breath
Church hymns, awaiting your arrival.
On the subway, I extended my jeweled hand to you
“Mein held,” and I welcomed you-
From that space between where delicate feet hit stomach sky and sea floor.
Feel the lush green grass
seperate your toes
cushioning your soles.
The scent of spring blossoming,
wafting around you
the sweet scent of
yellows, purples, oranges and pinks.
Invited by birdsong and butterflies,
get lost in paradise,
warm sun on your face
painting the dawn in hues
of blues and golds.
Sometimes I wish I could hear voices
Maybe then I wouldn't feel so lonely
My inability could be written off
I'd be a pathetic mess, as I am now
Only, then I'd have an excuse
I could live my life blissfully unaware
Of the outside world
All demands upon me would be erased
I'd die haunted and controlled
But happily submissive
Too lost, too dumb
To know anything better
Reside in me.
There is a void here.
There is no life here.
The doors are completely open.
But I don't remember keeping them open for you..
With your face covered in darkness
It is unforeseeable to look at my future
You stand tall with your sword
On your left side.
You are not welcome here.
I never said I desire death.
Though I do, inside my head.
It's nice to wake up next to you
A comfortable feeling
That I could get used to.
Rising whenever we please
Taking our time to get out of bed
A homey feeling, it puts me at ease.
Just as I am waking
I know you're next to me
And a smile is immediately forming.
I really could get used to this
Sleeping next to you
And receiving a good morning kiss.
I want it to last
But you cant stay in bed forever
I am hoping tonight comes fast.
So I can get close to you again
Hold you in my arms
And maybe the night wont end.