I see you at my door, huddled against the night in your Kermit-green jacket and purple pants like a refugee from a rainbow. Patiently waiting for my enfolding arms, to spirit you upstairs for flannelette passion which makes us feel safer than the safest ***.
Copyright, Andrew M. Bell. Thanks to the Valley Micropress, an Upper Hutt-based international publication in whose pages this poem first appeared.