I have always been oddly curious
about you, your bittersweet stories
of intimacies and how you interpret
yourself in the mirror, it all intrigues
me. My whimsical curiosity doesn’t
need to be advised, you’re a diamond
in the rough as a darling in disguise,
how I bid to see you rise. You make
me utterly follow, and I’d like to be a
part of wherever it is you go, keep
me in the warmth of your pocket or any-
where else I might not show, I want to
be at your reach so when you call I can
say “tell me more because I want to
know!” This is a humble plead for your
secrets and other things cold-kept
down below, a chance of admission
to your attic, up there, I’d like to sit
front-row.
