The Invitation
My eyes are blank
They do not see
while I am not awake
I could be three
Someone lying next to me I feel that warm touch
Wondering why he's there and who invited him
I lay silent listening to the thunder and lightning
Something outside is happening
even though nothing happens inside
That night anyways I never said
Did it ever? I wonder years later lying in bed
with someone else, who also touches me
lies with me differently
I am still quiet, silent again
wondering in my own way
how could my silence be an invitation
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