Cellophane
When I
Think about
Loving you
I think
About reaching
For my
Bible and
Shaking it
My hand hurts
From writing
My love
In the
Bindings of
Bibles
And Moleskins
I am transparent.
As transparent
As the
Warmth love
Brings, as
Transparent as
A newborn
Thrown through
Cellophane
Our world
Is transparent,
A transparent
Rattle, a
Rattle that
I reach
For and
Shake.
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