who

w h o

who are

w h o  a r e  

who are you

w h o  a r e   y o u

Disconnected syllables of broken names trying to be whole
fill my dreams and echo through my home
while the eyes of a billion childlike selves cast their judgement...
Who are you.
Dislocated limbs pile in corners of my room
and I've forgotten where each fits,
and to which long past figure they belong, but still their eyes question...
Who are you.
Disappearing thoughts leave mist in their wake
only remembered by their now empty space
and a distant weakening whisper...
Who are you.

You are that sweet old trouble brewing,
as I sit and watch the fire tonight,
and I wonder...
hey boy what you doin'?

As that failing memory plays..
this is what I hear it say,
as I'm staring out at you & viewing,
and though a relationship with you,
could not be worth pursuing,

Until you call me again,
& come to me
& I'm the one you're wooing,
except I think it's just the ***,
to you I think it's just the *******,

But I don't know how to disagree,
as again my blouse you are undoing,
reality is sure looking pretty fuzzy,
& my everything you're quickly skewing,

I say OK let's do this thing,
as inhibitions are now subduing,
and as we again indulge,
to you again I'm always cuing,

As your sweet sweet lips press,
on my weak weak neck,
you run your hands down,
my waiting body,
hey sweet baby,
I say,
what the heck,

As you
run them down,
across my eager chest,
& over an ever arousing breast,

I know I shoulda stopped at just a peck,
& your past I hear is something,
I should check,

But wait you say,
hold there girl just a cotton pickin' sec,

I play it over and over,
I should have stayed away,
and now...

I'm just a complete & total wreck.

Cherie Nolan © 2016