You Tell Me
YOU TELL ME
I cannot be there
the way you
say
cobalt expanse
littered with
bright
shock
a stranger here
with a pen
as sex fills
the air
humid humility
many of my
lovers taken
down
kissed by crimson
roses that have
exalted without
crown
I have no lover
just a pen
yet I am told
by millions
I am adored
but…
no one calls
so I return
to you chasing
down an
endless
storm
you tell me
what direction
to go…
© Kim van Breda
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