A Question of When

You are woven through my life, like the hollow of my home, Guarding the grace of your youth as generations fade. Your touch upon my body, even if unfelt, you roam, Like the rising sun’s kiss on my skin, a freckle laid. Each time I cross your threshold, near or far, All the doors are slammed, And I love to gaze upon your body when you are Stretched behind me like sweet footprints where I stand. All the doors have led me here, Shall you open your gate in vain? In your gentle smile, a secret deep and dear, My countess, my question of when. They were all your lovers, you saint and whore, Will you betray me too? I made my way from door to door, Till all gates were locked and the time was due. This is only a question of when.