Talk To Me
Have a conversation with me
Without the scent of last night's
wine in your breath,
Remove your spectacles of prejudice
before we begin to speak,
Let me not have to
mull over every word
Before they escape my lips,
Respond to my words
not to your screwed up thoughts
about me,
Talk to me
with your pulse rate below eighty
Pluck not words from my mouth
I never meant to release.
Copyright © Latha Mohan | Year Posted 2020
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