The door was open..

ok sometimes a poem or somethings starts brewing in my head and untill i get it down, it remains there, i dont know where the inspiration comes from. it just does. Now i have decided to share. Hope you enjoy:

I strolled out into his gates,

There was no one there.

not a soul insight

No one to stop me.

i walked towards the doors

i ran my hands across the smooth mahogany doors

i knocked 1ce, no answer

knocked again 2ce for emphases.

still nothing

i turned the handle

the door was open

stepping in through the doors

i called out his name.

it echoed into the air

nothing, not a sound

taking a few more steps

i looked about. the receptions

filled with fine woodwork

paintings and tapestry

it was all a work of art

i climbed up spiral stairs

taking it two at a time

excited that i was in his house

a place he called home

snooping around a bit

i walked on tip toes

silently searching for his room

not wanting to announce my presence yet

maybe i could surprise him in bed.

Five rooms later i finally found his room.

it was filled with his scent

that musky rain forest scent i had come to love

i swirled around his room, exhilarated.

My whole body filled with bliss

Enjoying every moment of my discoveries

i turn towards his bed.

How massive it was.

Large enough for a family of ten.

I imagine it would be our family

wife, husband and an army of kids

giggling i walked towards the bed

There lies my man,

my love, my prince

o how i loved him

and he me,

Closer now to the bed

he wasn't alone

who is this

it cant be

no, it mustn't

there lies my love

but in his arms..

in his arms...

there lay my brother

damn, the door was open..........

Fyi i dont have a brother hence this is purely fictional what do you think?