Key to the kingdom (from notebooks -- though significantly reworked)

 I touch the hard spot with the soft side of my forefinger

Lingering with the tip on the lip of a keyhole I ache to invade

A spot shot with warmth and wet from excess

And the need to go deeper to reach the keep

Beyond the frail veil that of wailing and wonder,

Beyond the shuddering and the cries of the dark of night

Beyond the moans and groans and feigned protests

Or the shrill cries of pleasure pain raining over me

Down deep beyond the veiled promises and seductive rites

To that place where all real secrets reside,

To that place where all life is ripe

Down where all pain turns to pleasure,

And all pleasure to pain,

This key to that door, that wondrous gate

I ache to swing wide and enter,

To forsake all else for paradise

That wonderful, amazing, irresistible,

Gold mine

of your mind.