I sit,
I sit in silence and wait.
I wait for the knock on the door.
In the dead of the night,
I wait for the tap.
That welcome tap,
tapping on cold wood.
-
Tap,
tap,
tap.
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And I arise,
I open the door, in the dead of the night.
And it is you, Standing before me.
And there is quiet space standing between us.
Trembling and unsure,
with eyes locked into mine.
A thin night-dress hangs loosely from your shoulders,
Your skin is ice cold, your eyes starving,
Your ears thirsting for an encouraging whisper.
My hands are warm, my eyes fill yours,
My whispers quench your thirst.
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No matter the reason,
whatever the reason,
you need to be here.
Nightmares or Doubt,
Regret or Guilt,
Love or Passion.
I'd usher you in,
Embracing you with
warmth and security.
You'd keep a close pace
with my breath,
and my heart.
And feel home.
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I sit,
I sit in silence and wait.
I wait for the knock on the door.

N.H.