To be healed by You

Prudent as the guard
Who watches over your House of Love
A careful band-aid on a child's wound
Plastered with such care,
Not to expose broken flesh.
Prudence.
A man's biological magnet
To be so bold as to question 'what if'
Should the key to this House be Broken?
A half piece, consumed by its lock,
never to fully shut again.
The fibre of each restrained muscle threads
neatly into a single touch.
Leaving a trail of crumbs
to the source of Pulse.
A wash of an unnamed colour, behold its beauty!
Such beauty.
A feeling so near to a golden shade
comes in to put Gold out of its misery
A finger dipped into buttered flour
so edible, honey sweet
Man's natural sugar.
Man: so inherent in nature,
yet nature is not Prudent.
The sinewy branches that cling together
The transient Time,
Prudence keeps the branches aged bare
devoid of blossoms, devoid of Nature.
Exposed skin in an eagerness to heal
We cease to dream of Love as fiction
or prose
To overwhelm innately
and unhinge the screws,
Pouring a saccharin Love deep,
deep into you
Shall I seek Prudence once more?
Rather I anticipate each prick and each poison
To be healed by You
Like the fleeting realm of scent
only the blind truly see
Dissolved,
Prudence contently leaves me.