The Visitor.
The knock on the door
sounds like music in my ears
quickly I jump up and run to the door
out of breath I reach it
I wait a second to calm down.
Slowly I open the door
the sun finds its way in
but that’s not what warms me.
The door is open
the wind comes inside
but I’m not cold.
The doorway is free
someone is standing in front of it
we both keep silent for a few moments
no one makes a move we just smile.
My heart gets overheated
not because of the sun.
My skin gets cold,
not because of the wind.
There’s a person standing on the doorstep
the person is watching every move I make
the person his eyes light up
suddenly a smile shows up on his face.
In a reflex
I jump forward,
right in your arms,
the arms of my love.
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