why don’t you look at me?
do you see demons in me?
and the demons of hurt ego you hide
you hide, is that what you want to be?
why don’t you talk to me?
is it the rattle and ring of words I may say, or my voice shrewd?
I am drilling holes in your gut and tongue
bittering your taste, mocking your permeating anger
why don’t you pick on me?
thrash me breathless with your slurring speech
your skin swamped with hot-spills of blood,
perforations with my name engraved oozing of it
talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
have I noticed before your clasped lips;
passively humming a song – let me be
trodden like an autumn leave, betrayed
let me be, let me be, let me be
catapulted on the shore naked
let me be, let me be, let me be
tell me
where does your moon-eclipsed eyes settle?
even the void in your smile matters
do not look away, hold me naive in your view
and know your name breathing on my tongue
resonating in my lungs, begging to stay
will you kiss me if I pucker my lips now?
will you poison my senses with sweet love?
birds in my heart still leave their nest
echo of conch shells summoning my respect
furtive glances capture you afar and worthy
I behest, smiling to my own a mercy
let me be, let me be, let me be
a seeker and you darling, why leave me thirsty?
©Written Frames, 2019
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