I ran back again,
To gather your missing threaded kisses;
Suddenly the fabric softness
Of your arms
Take hold of my memory like a dusty seam
That unraveled too soon.
I stumbled across, searching for that
Special binding of our love, becoming
Trapped in the folds of a fine taperstry
Woven of what I wanted, not
What I needed though worn thin...
Still I run on.
June 6, 2011