Kid Gloves

The tenderest of hearts despite weathered tempests
Like hand-blown glass that shatters with but a breath
Each scar so fettered by multiple re-entries
Right down to its sinews, was destined for death.
The kind of heart that in its rarest form you could only ever pray for
One that loves you unconditionally even though you’ve done it wrong
One that will look you in the eyes as you cut it wide open
And stand there to watch it bleed as you move along.
You must guard it with your strength, hold it in your hands
Wearing kid gloves to protect it from the fake loves and the liars
Stand with it through deepest storms, tides and murky waters
Govern it with steady hands and soothe its deep desires.
Just know that the heart itself must be handled with these kid gloves,
In order for this woman to live, and grow, and thrive…
However – this woman’s body does not need those same kid gloves
…It can be handled rough to make it feel alive.