Knock Knock

Knock knock--
is anyone there,
can you hear
how cold I am
waiting outside your door?


Are you sleeping by the fire?
Or huddled
in a dark corner,
shivering
with what might be fear,
or maybe just
the lack of human contact--
how long has it been
since someone touched you?

I see frost on your windows,
but the closer I get,
trying to peer inside,
the more my breath obscures the view.

Can you trust me?
I'm not a stranger,
or a salesman.
I just want to love you,
if you'll let me.