Some receive it as a gift, like a child—
wrapped in festive tissue paper,
encased in sturdy (yet velvety) bows,
delivered in public, out in the open, for all to see.
Others toy with it as a string, like a kitten—
dangling from above by an unseen hand,
dancing from side to side (albeit erratically),
enticing the playfulness from within, out, for all to see.
I walk behind it as an enigma, like a disciple—
examining its angles and edges from afar,
imagining (fancying, even) the mechanisms on the inside,yearning to clasp it in my hands, out in the open, for all to see.