needing aid in its recovery,
for the soil has endured long winter
and won’t give way easily-
at least to my hands alone.
Oh lover does not your own heart
ken the presence of these gems,
that pulse and then radiate
when I am in your presence?
Do you not feel their warmth?
Underneath this mare’s nest skin
beats a heart waxing faster,
causing that incandescent shine
in my face when you are near,
Is that not worth its imperfect skin?
Buried within this heart is treasure
needing aid in its recovery,
oh lover I am willing to share
with you alone its bounty,
Why do you not seem to care?
