A Single Thread (Poem)

A poem for you on this Happy Wednesday; I hope you enjoy it! 🙂

Sleep, the draught of

vintage mornings on lightscapes

mellowing a warm glow on the porch.

I close my eyes and remember

the last time we made love

on the floor, rolling

rolling on each other’s backs

sweat sticking on wool skin

from the Persian rug, its golden embroidery

unraveling at the edges.

I remember taking a single thread,

wrapping it around my fingers as you kissed me

neck and face and all

and still, I played with that single thread

between my fingers, wishing that I could sew

so as to stitch our lives together

in each other’s embrace.

– The Finicky Cynic


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