You ask,

Open up, let us see

What you hold so close to your chest.

What is there in that parcel

That is precious?

Why not let us see?

I cannot show you

What I keep wrapped up

In tissue and gossamer

You would not understand

The light that sparkled

In a glance

The sweetness

In a smile

As fleeting and as transient

As a wave upon

The sand

Leaving in its wake

An opal gleam

I would not let you have

My precious memories

Which may be just a dream or a hope or what

You may call

Wishful Thinking

But do not

Slay me

With your  painted lips

As you chew over

My secret

In your Gossip Sessions

And murder

Bloodlessly

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