28 September 2010

Tapestry



Bended knees won't make it any easier,
those torpid dreams are unforgiving – in
truth I should have stayed with you

welded where our touch ignites and senses
swell – chimera bites with venom-like
intransigence; it says you’re real!


A virus smoulders silently, destroys the
pits of loneliness and crystal structures
melded vast in fortresses security

This is no single episode or chance event
fates collude and time is bent and scrutiny
conspires to mend our tapestry


I never want see an end 

© 14 July 2010, I. D. Carswell