My Invitation

You are what they call the human seasonYou are all the alphabet in oneYou are every colour of confusionYou are all the silence I've becomeLove me forStupid reasonsI like those mostWide-eyed butWorth believingGod knowsDamn the angry voice that keeps us quietThe editor whose work is never doneKeeping pretty words between my teeth andSweet confessions underneath my tongueDrowsy contemplationDo I let you inThis is my invitationBut how do I begin?She has such an awful lot of soldiersQuite a lovely army all her ownNight and day they stand before the fortressVery safe but very all alone