Invisible Man
I am your invisible man,
Who is weary of revelations.
Warmth from a rub,
A cry, and the tremor
Are all within sight except your love,
Which remains defiant.
I drag a corpse
Whose funeral
Is kept at abeyance
Until you see my face
Every time you unbotton yourself
For your visible men.
Copyright © Ibohal Kshetrimayum | Year Posted 2018
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