Saran Wrap
I want to be like Saran wrap.
Transparent in the eyes,
Wanting you to see his love for you,
Transparent in the hands,
Wanting you to feel all the stuff he’s given to you,
Transparent in the lips,
Wanting you to hear his love poetry for you,
Transparent in the ear,
Wanting to whisper prayers straight up from you,
Transparent in the feet,
Wanting you to feel the holes put there a while back for you.
Transparent in the heart,
Wanting you to pump love from me to you.
But I don’t want to suffocate you.
Blame and kill me, the messenger, for all the inaccuracies
Not the king who sent me.
Author Note: pretty obvious, i think.
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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