She’s knocking on the door
asking me to play
A single light is lit
in the kitchen by the sink.
Dirty dishes stacked
to block the drain dead.
The rest of the house
hidden
by the night.
I’m wrapped up by the bath
No water to keep me warm
Knock
Knock
Knock
It creeps behind my head.
Little girl, must you insist
when the moon and I are one?
Can’t you come again
when the day knows your name?
A rustle of the handle is enough to make me
break
Just what is it you beg,
through these forests deep?
Creek it sleepy open,
by exhaustion alone
There she leaps her heart to mine
Simply asking
to be held.
And here I’ll stay forever,
or until she decides so
Standing in the doorway
simply asking
to be held.
