If I could be translucent now
I’d open up my heart to show
The thoughts and feelings that can go
Throughout my insides head to toe.
If I allowed the world to see
Whatever is inside of me
Then I suppose that I might be
And that might prove quite interesting
You’d feel sensations from a sting
Or of a Monarch fluttering
Around my finger’s wedding ring.
But what if you should see my guts?
I do not think you’d like that much
Unless you’re fond of watching such;
The pulsing of a body’s mush.
I think that I should leave this there
So we don’t need to see the end
Of this dramatic poetry
On possible translucency.
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