No, not everyone is lucky. But perhaps those in this poem are about to see their fortunes change. Thank you so much for reading and commenting on this.
You speak eloquently of silence, a golden kind of paradox. It is wonderfully done, telling us so much about how you experience it, while describing its limits. Thank you.
You are so nice to notice that particular metaphor, as it appealed to me so very much. It was an opportunity not to be missed. Many thanks for continuing to read from the menu...
Knock then,
the house listens,
all anticipating
your fevered request desiring
entrance;
call out
in the night, no stranger begging;
the narrow door opens,
a portal meant
for you.
Your skin,
silk to my touch,
curves, sliding beneath hands
which caress, palms that entice and
seduce;
kisses
planted with a gardener's care
along the path of your spine
lead me to your
treasure.
Great second chapter! Each man a mystery to the other. Love how Grant assumes he'll get his way. Love how Rowan is getting under the big man's skin even now.