let me be

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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