my love she lays me
underneath a canopy of lace and down-
she snuggles soft, sweet sentiments-
translucent sheers
of gifts,of trust antiqued by time
so delicate and so very very fine-
my love
take me down in complexities of honesties and mirths
take me down and stitch me
into
woven
tapestries
this thread of life wrapped and wound round yours
and weaving thus in intricacies,
intimacies,
and delicate whole cloth divine -
take me,
you and
weave our dreams
into late night
sleepy slumber
and cover me,cover you
cover us
my love
in
queen ann's lace.
s pringle 1998.
