Drenching us in golden sheets of birthing scents 
Gaia rustles us awake, aware to lift our heads
and sniff her tactile sky of soothing intoxicates.
We close our smiling eyes, caressing the moment.

Kakia too does lift her nose to sniff, but fearing 
being seen, quickly jerks her head away to hide
that twinge of delight she so distains and denies;
her repressed smile contorts her face in pain.

But Gaia sees all; even those  flickers of Hope on 
Kakia's face and ours before we try to cast them aside; 
to be buried in our vaults of need and greed.
All  allures could not blanch todays golden sheets.