I’m sorry
The words sound feeble
And they simply hang there
In the air
An ordinary piece of clothing
That so many people
Slip into
With their hearts
Far from genuine
But I promise
That when I slide you over me
Your sheer, blue fabric
As it hugs my skin
Wet and soaked through
With tears
You will plainly reveal
My heart, aching
Though it may be, but
Painfully honest.
    ~O