Tissue paper in neat folds ,
ornately tied with perfect bows
around a golden papered box;
its promise mocks.
I wonder what’s inside that box,
my fingers twitch on ribboned locks;
I tease the corner,
ease the tape;
untie the knots,
unleash the cape
that’s binding what is hidden there;
anticipation and a share
of wonderment, excitement, chance;
to peel back, secretly to glance
and peek within the treasures glove;
then open what’s been wrapped in love.