now, in this room,
it is all up to you
there are not any rules
but you know what to do-
wink to me
blink to me
tell me that you think to me
i am the observer
you are the observed
i am choosing to be here.
you aren’t. you’re weaker.
wink to me
blink to me
tell me that you think to me
so many times you ask
“why can’t i see you?”
but you do, and you break.
you break-break-break.
wink to me
blink to me
tell me that you think to me
pay close attention:
now you have me all to yourself.
you are the server
i am the reserved
wink to me
blink to me
tell me that you think to me
i cannot console nor advise,
nor am i FDA certified.
take all with precaution
parent supervision supervised-
wink to me
blink to me
tell me that you think to me
I am still in this room
in a wrap, like a womb
and it’s always broad daylight
to see or to swoon
Copyright 2016 Golden Star Poetry
Golden Star Poetry 