Old Key

you jiggled the old key

into grooves

to turn the rigid cam

tang rests fully inside

secrets overflow

out of the small

heart-shaped doorway

filling small

quiet spaces

between us

fitting together

better

than ever

magnetic touches

electric kisses

strings tied together

we take turns sketching lines

mirroring beauty being drawn

in sand portraits of our stories

I beg hands to be gentle

holding my fragile drum

with perforated shapes

of previous gashes

with shoddy patches

too small to cover

our magic infused

plastilina molded piece

only just begun

to take form

forcefully asked

to stretch

and thin

across time

and space

painfully

prematurely

testing its substance

strength

retractability

I ache in anxiety

when it may reach

its limit.