untitled (‘Follow me, my friend’)

Follow me, my friend.
There’s a place only I know about.
Let me show you, my friend. These are my
diamonds.
And this is a skin
I shed years ago.
Look! my friend, here is my wardrobe.
Here are my many hats.
Here are my ornaments, my unnecessary
fripperies.
And these are my children!
Some are dead.
These are my lovers, and would-be lovers.
This is my old guitar
and this is my new guitar.

Now, if you want, my friend, I will follow you
to the place only you know about.
You don’t hint at it, but I know
it exists.
I’d like to see it. I think
you can trust me.
But if you want to close off a room or two
I’ll understand.

What do you think?