No Way of Knowing Who's There

In this era of exposure, someone sees me.
Everyone is seen, but I'm not sure who
Looks. Could it be the one I love? If so,
I must explain myself. I cannot not be
Yours, you know. I cannot say I am not
Wholly taken by your lovely face, your
Eyes, which have uncharted depth, have
Carried me beyond this shallow shelf, a world
You don't know. You occupy a stage and I,
A poseur, wriggle in a seat and play as if I
Could be yours. I know I can't. That breaks
My heart, but I will write these poems for
You, smile at you, wish I had your hand,
And hurry home to see if you have read
What I have written. So exposed, I hope
You'll realize how much you mean to me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-03-01 at 15:57

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