the note i taped to the door

downstairs to upstairs mentality
quietly sneaking around the backdoor
to find the entrance locked with three bolts
and only one key
come find me
written in a language that resembles
a long lost love at sea
flailing and drowning continuously
help me help you help me help you
can't decide who needs more
of some kind of cure
racing through time
to find the space changed just a little more
leaving you with a numb feeling that came back
and comes back once twice three times or more
fight the temptation to tempt your senses
and tell myself that lust is not the answer
to the riddle left in my cup of tea
that i only drink to drink and drink to see
can't keep you away from me
in memory form
trying to find a space for you
that isn't already filled with warnings and
yield signs - gotta leave those behind
put them to rest and set them down
pass them on to the next girl who walks around
the corner and then around the bend
holding a sign she can't read
but could always comprehend
written for her and only one more
hoping you can take me as i am
and use me for what i'm for
figure it out
slip the key under the door
knock if you don't like surprises
and rush to hush the sound of something
that's made for the weak and quiets the strong