(Inside this vault)
no hatred knows
the combinations of
my love

but you
my you

you hold the key

but turn a wink
reopen me

reclaim this love
once always yours

& as you leave
unlock the doors

as there's no greater
prize than this


your hand

& kiss).

Vault © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

View this poem at

51 words.  E. E. Cummings (Love Is a Place) inspiration challenge prompt - link:

The "perhaps your hand" is also subtle reference to Cumming's "Spring is like a perhaps hand":
Submitted: June 30, 2020