I was just a vestige
you could have
nipped in the bud.
Yet, you kept
me safe with string
of sacred cord.
Third in a row of
pinks in this blue eyed
boy starved world.
You cherished me
the same as your
first birthed flesh clod.
Like a marsupial,
your gaze holds me
by your heart,
tight in a pouch.
In a hug on the dark
fragile night.
Like a helpless cub
my stronghold is
Scruff of my neck
Where I feel the love
and touch of a tigress
as light as a snowflake.
