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