Deep in the labyrinth

Doors follow me. I don’t know why,
but that’s how you reveal yourself,
in the perpetual choice: to go or to stay
posed again and again and again,
each door leading to others in a tangle of doors
and the only guidance I have is that fire in the womb
which just wants to be with you
and which flares up at your faintest scent

© Meisaan Chan

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