The present is wrapped, my dear, and ready
Ready for your consumption
For your consideration
I've lovingly wrapped it
In silver and gold-
Even a bow- kissed, just so

Patiently,
I wait for you to accept
My gift of love and a little woe
(Isn't it always so?)
Chest out
Head up
I won't let go.

Slowly, the gift unfolds
On the cold marble floor
Exposed and
Ready

My heart, laid bare.
Not good enough for a cursory stare.

Is there anything left there?