What You Want

these places 
have keys 
the doors are open
you don't need it, the key

what do you want 
once you get inside this or that room?
as you sift through these boxes, drawers
room fulls of people, these faces
you only barely see, touch, or smell them...

working them over is easy, you go about
who in particular are you looking for?
any one? what do you want to find?

so many say what you want to hear
some planning their attack with
as many a hand will soften you up 
feeding you their figs and lamb

I see how your eyes move to and from
I hear how your voice does that thing
I see how you choose, to walk or speak or not to sing
sometimes displayed above your head

a sign 

what are you looking for?

the key that's in your hand
the note that's on the track
where the arrowhead points
the way is clear

what do you want from them
for the moment ....
you flirt for their attachment?
to get close to the knives at the edge of the piers?

to discard someone or to have some 
just fall away
others are dragged along 
not ever knowing, showing

how you really care
who you really are


12/30/12

Copyright © Robert Sciasci | Year Posted 2013

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