Ask

Ask me the questions on your heart.

The ones that weigh heavy on your arteries,

threatening to tear them apart.

They play at your tongue,

daring you to start forbidden conversations

that will never see the light of day.

In hushed tones, I wish you would inquire,

about the secrets that hang on a wire,

playing telephone until the words seem just right.

When you are awake at night,

I am begging you to brush against the bottle,

and ask the genie in me whatever you wish to know,

so we can fantasize,

only to say,

Yeah,

Maybe in another life.