He is a fragile man,
who staggers,
lost in lackluster,
he bears a child's dignity—
still stuck in sonder.

He dares to whisper
intimate—
white lies,
to beautiful girls,
with loving,
doe-eyes.

He carries a sad love,
deep,
and chaste,
his curious
pale eyes,
reaped of faith—
as color fades away,
raining regret,
still he wonders why—

"do I lose
every love I've met?"

Let me soothe you,
you gentle—
carnage,
of a shell.

Cocoon you,
and coddle you,
never bid you farewell.

I will wrap silk around your sorrows,
nurturing prosperity,
sing you my lullabies
of maternal eternity,
bear you my fertility,
my youth seeping in
scarcity and purity,
all lovingly,
in divine femininity.