The Dumb Honest Judges Poem by julius lenjatin

Honey,

You can ask my lonely door knob
What time I get back home from job
It is the only who can tell
The secrets of dead night

You can ask my obedient light switches
What time I put the lights on and display my sleepy riches
They are the only ones who can tell
The different touch of a stranger

You can ask my room lights
What time they are turned on
They are the only ones which can tell
The number of others in the nights

You can ask my immobile bed
What time I go in
It is the only one who can tell
The strangers I came in with

You can ask my unmade bed sheets
What other textures they have felt
They are the only ones who can tell
The secret touches of the quite night

You can ask my bathroom
How many bodies it has washed
It is the only one which can tell
The nude bodies it has seen

You can ask my uncomplaining towel
What other bodies it has wiped
It is the only who can tell
What other beings it has dried

You can ask my patient floor
What other footsteps it has felt
It is the only who can tell
The strange feet which walked on it

You can ask my walls
What whispers they have heard
They are the only one who can tell
The secrets said in the silent of the night

You can ask my cups
What other mouths they have tasted
They are the only ones who can tell
The strange lips of they might have felt

You can ask my mirror
What other faces it has seen
It is the only one who can tell
The face that is not yours and mine