I wear a layer of you across my
mind, intricate patterns, vivid
colours, divine scents and
a lover’s lust, entwined with
red lace, silk ribbons and sinful
ropes. Some days I am sure
they are drowning, suffocating,
yet breathing and truly living.
I watch the seconds pass as
depth deepens, truth enlightens
and love weaves a lustrous
web about my broken soul.
Karen Hayward (c) 2017
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