That morning

after lovemakingnikamevol
after rain and sunshine
after coffee and again and again and again
can't open, the door locked
locked, locked, fully stuck
the virtue of stuckness
and the news can't be delivered
'cause the post lady has fallen
on the grass, the rain so slippery
and like a mute gecko
we walk, laugh, dance the windows
and the walls
can't cry can't walk out
can't help and that
can't can't waves its tail
like a mute gecko, singing
the song of pregnant silence
that morning
the door opened, naturally
when we ready life ready rain ready
and again and again and again
the virtue of stuckness
some call it the dark
the dark beyond the dark
the door to all beginnings.