Who Are You?

Who are you with those eyes that torture me?

Who are you that I see when I lie in bed livid?

Who are you? I need to know.

I need to know where you’re from;

Tell me about the ecstasy yet to be.

Tell me about the nights you thought you feel in love—

Tell me about the mornings after.

Whose heart is this that I can feel?

Who has the audacity to make me feel this way?

I can’t sleep without wondering who you are,

I can’t hear a song that doesn’t make me turn my head.

My voice speaks in soliloquy as I watch humanity—

Nobody seems to last.

Why do you make me feel this way?

Who are you to steal my voice?

       DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com