photo: Stefan Cooke

If you come to visit me
and I see you,
I will place flowers at your feet.
If you stay the night with me,
I will be young again,
a song.
I will be your love.

If you come to visit me,
I will speak of growing closer,
and you will want to talk of difference—
that space between us.
I am blind here. Please
be in the light of my eyes.

Come this evening.
Come this evening.
Tomorrow is too late.

By Sharefa