By Christine Kiehart

 

I want to, need to, have to know…

            No, you don’t

It lies deep beneath the surface somehow

It seeps out –

Through eyes,

Through hands,

Through twists of the body.

            No, you don’t

Through stares,

Through nods,

Through nothing said.

It rises to the top, no way to stop it…

            No, you don’t

You smile,

You shake,

You burn inside,

Nothing can hold it back…

            No, you don’t

Like a river it floods your soul –

            No, you don’t

            No, you don’t

            No, you don’t

I want to, need to, don’t have to know.