Every aspect of me is sensitive
The rubbing of a sock on my little toe
My innards if I ingest unsuitable morsels
Every speck is on hurt alert
It’s no wonder that
As I tread carefully
Then so must you
Every word you utter or don’t
Every touch you give or withhold
Can be beautiful fire or barbed wire
I’m not in between so please don’t be
Love me gently but with strength behind it
Gentle pressure. No sharp digs.
I’m not saying I’m covered in cotton wool
But I ought to be.
So easy there tiger before you rub
You are all grown but I’m just a cub.