Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I knock on your door,

you know I am there

you ease down the blinds
in a super-slow descending motion
as if by magic they somehow reach
the sill
imperceptibly coordinated
as the other hand matched the pace
twisting the dimmer switch in a steady fade
to black

I think back to a time not long ago
you welcomed my visits, remember
mi casa su casa
and all that jazz, so tell me how

now, you stand still in the darkness
like a black-op agent of invisibility
waiting in utter silence, not a breath
in the exact same way you peek out to identify

nicely dressed agents of the Lord
with armfuls of free pamphlets

Classic.