Reagan's Wish
Taken you to my room to feel you gently
Caressing your shell, your cover
The last defense against unsavory ilk.
“Open me” you speak “indulge in me,” you say
“You are enough, I love you already” in response, a fleeting statement
We sit in wonder while you lean over to me
“Let me out of my box, my shell, my cover”
Told to be a consumer
And I will consume it
I thought to myself “Just do it.” and do it I did.
This poem is about:
Me