You think you want to know
how it feels
to be wanted
to be swaddled and coddled
and dandled in a pair of strong arms.
One bundle of sticks they left you,
and the fire has long since
burned to ash. Oh you,
with your tender hearts,
your bruised little babies’ feet,
if you want someone to keep you,
my door is open.
If you want someone to hold you,