who am i? who are you?

ask me no questions

i will tell you no lies

i am the writing on the wall

i am the hand under mona lisa’s skirt

i am the ruler of unconditional things

on a sunny day i am the flower

turning towards the sun

i am shaken not stirred

i am the poets’ metaphor

i make you laugh, cry,

run and hide

i can tell stories from

bedrooms and back seats

i remember your name

the stars whisper mine

who am i? i am you