.the Call Poem by YURI DURAAN

If I were to call upon you
today,
now...

to follow me
(your heart)
and be with me
(your home)
and share with me
(your life)

Would you?
Oh, would you?

In me not asking
the question,
do I leave the door
just slightly open,
should you want to slip
through quietly,
then break into a run,
not turning back
not seeing the silent
question pouring from my
mouth?

Is this blasphemy?
me, asking you to let
your life down
and come away,
if I am not God and
am powerless until
you give me the
answer?