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