My Front Door

You don’t say goodbye when you leave,
yet you greet her daily at your place
her scabrous dark skin softens
with the gentle touch and your embrace

Her figure valiant.
Screening you from the monsters outside
that pounce like vultures on a decaying carcass,
searching for something glorified

With a shrug of your shoulder
you grasp the handle
extend the hinges and
Slam!

Don’t you appreciate its significance?
your protector,
the guardian of your sanctuary
your front door.