The Call

 
Come on, open your eyes, let the light pour
into the house.
Smile me back to life
this morning like an old engine
that won't turn over on the first try.
Hold me like an old friend
you haven't seen in forever,
someone who knows how many dreams
you've dreamed for him!


Push me up the stairs so that
I can climb later
into your eyes, onto our small balcony
to watch the sun cross over
the other world.
Touch me now, let's invent
electricity itself
so we can better admire our bodies
as modern art installations
that visitors are allowed to touch,
really encouraged to touch,
then kiss me into darkness,
darker than the
night outside.