Pebble

What can I say
Without making it sound like pity?

Your eyes are filled with anguish,
Puffy from tears shed all night.

If only I could
Cuddle you in my arms,
Soothe your pain.

Alas, this is your wilderness.
Your experience.
You can brave this.

Be a David.
Your smooth pebble?
Let it be me.

What Mama Said Not To Play With

Orange, red flakes,
Sparkling bright,
Up, up, up,
So beautiful,
Inviting,
Enthralling,
Enchanting,
It calls to me,
My inmost being.

Baaaaadddd,
I know.
It calls to me,
My inmost being,
It's so pretty.
Mystical; even,
Mesmerizing,
A touch, just a feel,
It calls to me.
I draw close,
Closer...
I touch!

Oooww!!!
It burns...

*Inspired by the lyrics of a highlife song from Ghana. I think the group was Osibisa; I am not too sure about that. The lyrics I remember goes like:
 When you were a babe, your mama told you not to play with fire, aaaahh.
 (Fire will burn you, don't you play with fire, fire will burn you, didn't your mama tell you)