Mending Hurt

Vulnerable, then camouflaged,
Til sting of angry pain assuaged,
Old wounds revived might permeate,
Shall love’s cool salve alleviate?

Though scars distinct, flesh mended clean,
Still feel the ache though it can’t be seen,
Now guidance sought, more to hide,
Reluctant heart nudged open wide...

Imagine now my warm embrace,
My fingers soft upon your face,
Applied with strokes of gentle palm,
Pure medicine, love’s tender balm...

- © Foxlette 2005