Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Eye of the Needle

This needle of time
makes a patchwork
of colourful days -
each bit, different
in colour, size and texture.
Sewn together,
you and I,
in this tapestry of life.
Rich in detail -
a portrait of lone threads.
In its pursuit of progress,
this elegant thorn
may poke my fingers
once in a while.
A harmless,
bloodless conquest.

Today, through its eye
I notice a dark red mark
on the nape of your damp neck,
that the loose white button
on your crisp white shirt
was desperately trying to hide.
From me.

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