Give Me This For Christmas

Gilded promises, gilt-edged

Invitations to the insider event,

Visiting hours

Endless.

Mime your love behind a glass, the

Eternal manifestation of desire.

Empty parking lots loom glorious at night, so be

Visceral in your imaginings and let me see

Everything, and nothing, and

Rewind the little things

You tried so desperately to admit were

True, and failed;

Hide something inside me so

I can be a secret,

Never selling, never

Giving.

Invite me to your parties so I have somewhere to go in the afternoon.

Why do you see me? I thought I was invisible

And I liked it that way, but also

Not at all, so maybe

Time will tell and I should give this all up.