To me, you are a treasure chest.
There are those who would beg, steal, and destroy for just a glance at you.
For many years you were hidden away and under-appreciated, forgotten, your worth.
From without, you are ornate and beautiful, carefully crafted and carved, inlaid with shining precious metals, gold and silver and platinum.
But it’s not your outer parts that draw my heart and mind.
No, there’s so much more within.
When I found the key (where others had tried to break your lock), I slipped it in carefully and then turned it gently.
Reverently, I opened you and peered inside for I knew you were more precious than anything else in this world.
It is within that you are filled with bright and varied jewels and gems, worth far more than gold and silver to me.
To me, you are a treasure beyond worth.
You grace me with your intelligence and wit, you enlighten me with your humor and pride, you attract me with your brilliance and depth.
Oh, to have you as mine! I would proudly wear you upon my lips and my tongue and my fingers and my neck, stars strung across my pale skin!
You, my treasure divine, I will cherish to the end of my days.
tara caribou | ©2020
Read this and more in my poetry book, Four.