Love has looped

 

 

Love has looped in tangled thread
around my heart and mind,
synaptic, sure and cellular
it marks my world defined.
I hold onto the needled thoughts,
in brittle knots revealed
and weep embroidered tears of pain
for words you cannot hear.
It’s in the wanting that I stay,
where feeling flowers slow,
in measured stitch of mothering;
it’s all that’s left to hold.

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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