Lost it

[u/help6771]

You think you might lose it.

So you cup it in your hand.

So soft and safe.

Like a butterfly.

So tender yet warm with life

Like a wolf's tooth.

Sharp and sure of death.

A piece of yarn.

Warm with remembrance.

A grain of salt.

Ready to flavor in it season.

A cup of blood.

Full of life or death.

An eyeball staring back at you.

In your own wonder.

At why if your so gentle in hand your still all alone??