My Invitation — Sarah Slean

You are what they call the human season You are all the alphabet in one You are every colour of confusion You are all the silence I've become

Love me for Stupid reasons I like those most

Wide-eyed but Worth believing God knows

Damn the angry voice that keeps us queit The editor whose work is never done Keeping pretty words between my teeth and Sweet confessions underneath my tongue

Drowsy contemplation Do I let you in This is my invitation But how do I begin?

She has such an awful lot of soldiers Quite a lovely army all her own Night and day they stand before the fortress Very safe but very all alone