sliding door quandry

 Come in and forget the past
I have lived and yet still crave living
Let me break you you open and fill you with new dreams
Ones that give flavor to your tastebuds

A feeling of pleasant hunger in your gut
Inexplicable wonder in your mind
As you stand there and calculate if you should enter
Don't pretend you are someone that you are not

leave excuses and inventions behind
The door doesn't open or close it slides
That neutrality turns me on
It's neither too impulsive nor passive

It's glass so I can drink coffee behind it
watch your face twitch as you wrestle with the decision
Unlock it if you step forward
And sigh in both relief and disappointment if you leave

Unblinking symmetry

Goat's strange symmetry.
Looking right through me.
A species it seems incapable of fear.
broad horns down to pointed beard.

Rectangular pupils observe me.
It ignores the trough that holds it's feast.
It's body shakes it's snowy fleece.
Strange restlessness in the beast.

My spirit feels it in these years of dominion.
The goat doesn't smile but I feel it grinning.
It does not bleat nor does it aggress.
It does not fuss nor does it stress.

It stares that deep unsettling analytical stare.
As if it is absorbing the world through eyes aware.
Then it kicks up on ready hardened hooves.
Stands before you barely see it move.

It comes to investigate the afternoon.
It's sculpted features a spiritual vaccum.
Taking in our human vibrations.
No vacillation, no expectations.

It knows what type of person I am.
and clambers the fence to lick my arm.