Your words
and gestures
reverberate in
my head
I cannot fathom
how you got in
I locked the
front door
and the back
I let you in for
tea once
or twice
We maybe
went for
biscuits
and gravy
…and has it
been that
long?
You met my
father
We cursed
our mothers
but I locked
that door
before I left
When did you
get in?
I can hear
your words now,
see your gestures
I can smell you now.
MAMA BIRD 
Very emotive, and mysterious. I wonder who this is addressed to
Thank you so much for commenting, that means a lot. Oh, and you don’t know him :p
Hi Terah, I’m catching up with you here. I’ve been fighting giants, and not just the big boulder kind. CND stuff. So these poems I like, they remind me of Keats and his Eve of St. Agness. Has a servant left a window open? Is somebody tunneling under the castle. It must be a brave Heart Warrior to make such sweet trespass into the bold country of your heart. Take care Terah, take care. David