a gentle knock
on my window—
my gentleman caller.
He visits more often
than those who call
me friend.
He raps softly, lovingly—
ta-tap tap repeating: ta-tap tap,
serenading,
lulling like the lover’s lute,
tugging
relentlessly at the strands
of my partially-unraveled Self,
beckoning me to play, enticing
my senses with unreal bouquets, tempting
me to partake, with him, in Fear's games,
inside my peace-filled dwelling…
I let down my long hair.
