Elliott Erwitt - Red Light District, Amsterdam, 1968

You’re in a cabin with your lover.

He sits in a cozy red chair

next to the fireplace lit just for you.

You can barely hear it crackling

as you stand in the doorway.

Looking outward to the cold night air

nothing is seen but darkness.

But you know if you kept walking

light would arise sometime, somewhere.

Although you can feel the fire behind you

it doesn’t keep you quite warm.

You wish he could make a bigger fire

so you’d be content.

He wishes you would shut the door

and stop letting the cold air in.

Instead you remain

half way out the door,

never knowing if the warmth you long for

exists in front of

or behind you.

-(a.e.) // noncommittal

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