NURTURE

I want to hold you hidden 
Between the folds of my robe 
Like a child
For whom the callous world fades
In that safe sanctuary 
And those treasured moments

Of time 
Within the progenitor's embrace 

Sometimes the sun gets tired too 
Burnt out, from his own heat 
His tireless journey, of amber beauty 
Costs him dear 
For he turns to ashes 
Bit by little bit 
Falling quietly by the wayside 
But no one sees....or cares 
As long as they have blushes 
Painting horizons in pink flares

Yet someone's got to drink up those flames.
Is it going to be my fluid Calico 

That will be set ablaze 

Along with all of me
So you can cool your heart

In its gentle shade 
Until you find your way
Back to the waiting sea…
Will those caustic sores consume my bodily fabric? 

It scares me as well, this fire

That I now hold
But I will feed you my skin 
And my bones, if need be 
You asked for that shrine of regenesis 
And God sent me,

How can the womb of humanity 
Refuse it’s spawn his right to live

Unfettered, and gloriously free?

MS