Braille

I would get down 
on my knees 
to plead my case 
just to see 
your smiling face 
I would strip myself bare 
under your inspection 
hoping you would see 
sincerity written on my skin 
willing the words tattooed 
on my heart to become visible 
body nervously shaking in prayer 
hoping that your fingers 
may yearn to read them 
like braille 
an open book, a gift 
long over due...