Your Main Room: A Love Poem

I scrape my nuckles
on the brick outside your home.
I glance at your door,
I stare up at your window.
Come down.

And I stake my claim on you,
pitch up my flag,
make my settlement in your front lawn.
I will leave no time soon.
Acknowledge me.

And your fear that I have something
good to say to you
pierces through me,
but does little to deter me
I am here for the long haul.

Ignore the pounding today,
but soon enough you will open
and let me through your corridors
into that inner quarter-
to your main room.