To tell the truth
we ask if anyone cares,
they won’t begin to answer.
There’s always someone out there
that one true giver
begging to be the one
who is forever chosen
to out perform all the rest.
Would you sit even closer
if I had been the one to ask
I nudge her closer
pulling her into my arms.
There in each other’s stare
the moon and clouds
twist in their nightly ritual
all we can do is watch.
The cameras try and focus
we’re stingy with the light
hungry hands prefer the dark.
Feeding from the girl
she starts to whisper
fame and fortune
coming from her heavy mouth
she gives me the key and code
to her everything
and instructs,
” do what you will.”
