You Are There Reflected Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

What next?
You have dissected my heart.
And in my view you are there reflected.

What next?
Mouth to mouth resuscitation,
When my breath stops?

You've got me whipped. You know this.
With my eyes on you fixed,
As drool falls from my lips.
You know something about it,
Is not normal.

What next?
You want me to walk a tightrope,
Without a safety net?

What next?
You want me to strip butt naked to run shouting,
Down a crowded street professing undying love?
Or...
Do you just like to see me teased?

What next?
Mouth to mouth resuscitation,
When my breath stops?
And...
How long will you take,
To see if I am faking?

What next?
You have dissected my heart.
And in my view you are there reflected.

'Are you okay? '

Thank God this wasn't an emergency.
Are you just going to stand there?
Help me up.
People are staring.

'What next? '

That depends.
How creative are you feeling?