You rain with glitter
You are made of gold
You are far too precious
To exist in this world
Only to be sold*

You touch everything
The way your mom had taught you to:
With delicate hands and a mouth made
For soundness

Love,
You are yours
And yours only
Do not let them touch you
And pull your soul out
Of its porcelain cage

Love,
You are yours,
You will always be