The Visitation
Is it you or your emissary waking me at one or three thirty conversationally questioning me about yet another unspoken intimacy? I slowly and carefully awake and familiarly reply in the half light as if you’re a lover in the quiet night who has called me in discomfort to quell her losing fight with her ongoing insomniac fright. Still I would much prefer if you chose to defer and speak to me directly rather than me infer what’s on your heart introspectively and indirectly via you or your emissary. Even if it’s past our twilight and the dawn is waiting like you for daylight.