You Don’t Know Me
how dare you profess that you do
you know not the light of my eyes
you know not the taste of my tears
you don’t know me
how dare you suggest that you do
you know not the tenderness of my heart
you know not the rumble of my laugh
you don’t know me
how dare you pretend that you do
you know not the feel of my skin
you know not my fragrant kiss
you claim knowledge of my soul
my hopes
my dreams
when in reality
I am merely an image
a photograph stored
in the fantasy of your mind
the line
drawn in red chalk
on a make-believe pavement
the only thing concrete
your illusions
of what you believe
me to be