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2008 14 April :: 5.44 pm
The darkness of night, a sweet embrace,
Silence and stillness mark the place.
Flame flickering in the tallow,
My breathing ragged, thin and shallow.
The day's troubles are written in gossamer thread,
Laid to rest in memory as I lie in bed.
The threads woven tonight form an intricate lace,
along the edge of a quilt I cannot face.
A tapestry woven of pain and tears,
for just one night I set aside my fears.
For tonight you are with me, to steady my hand,
As it caresses the folds I cannot stand.
The first pieces I touch cause my breath to catch,
They tell of shame, and a door with a latch.
Dreadnought coarse against my skin,
Dredging up tears from deep within.
Over grosgrain and satin my fingers fly,
The fabric as slick as the oily lie.
Don't stir up trouble, keep quiet 'bout this,
I'll love you forever, sealed with a kiss.
Calico and Jersey help hide the shame,
Fabrics of innocence if only in name.
Crisp and clean, their fibers soft,
A simpler time when dreams were aloft.
Velvet and Taffeta, my very first dance,
Just me and my daddy, pain had no chance.
Rosettes and ribbon tied in a bow,
I kept my secret, and he didn't know.
Denim and Fleece, familiar and safe,
followed closely by burlap which causes my fingers to chafe.
These memories hidden and carefully guarded,
are leaving me restless, hurt and bombarded.
ehh. not my best. but it's a start. in case you hadn't noticed, it's time for us to talk...
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