darkening my doorway?
— Apollodorus
You, that man-shaped shadow,
threshold-hovering,
what is your business?
Old comrade, come to stay?
Or new one, heaven-sent
in search of the night-joys
my house is famous for?
Who sent you? Oh, that one --
my name inscribed, I see,
on the back of his calling card.
You'd might as well come in,
as a storm is brewing.
You are of age to choose.
Why hesitate, just like
some indecisive cat?
phantom, or play of light?
In? Out? Make up your mind!