fashioning roses

You restore my hand from a crown of thorns

starfish into petals

I could hug you; so crude

when your is an origami touch

as if I were sheer and white like

a nautilus shell pure

coddling, coaxing growth

from an African violet bella

donna prima donna temperamental

unearthing a fossil, living coral

flushed with myriad gasping, sucking mouths

breath

taking: life-giving, sleight of hand

a healing touch – herbs and tenderised nettle

by moonlight, calm and soothe

smooth

cultivate concern