Silk and Gossamer

I imagine his mind is a labyrinth

spun with silk and gossamer thread.

His worries and thoughts flex,

bend and stretch

but never split.

His wishes and apologies

stick

in his throat;

dew flecked kisses

sting

and his eyes singe

with love

only the nightingale

sings of.

 

He is lost in a maze

of his own manufacturing;

a triumph for mankind

and self-broken hearts.

He repeats his desire

for us to never part

but it is the door handle

which looks like home

In his palms instead of me.

 


© Kristiana Reed 2018

7 thoughts on “Silk and Gossamer

  1. theloyalbritwit says:

    I love the imagery you’ve woven so finely here, Kristiana! It’s absolutely gorgeous!! One section stood out to me the most:
    “and his eyes singe
    with love
    only the nightingale
    sings of.”
    What talent you have!! Thank you so much for sharing!! 😊💜 ~Kelsey

    Liked by 1 person

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