six cords

the fifth cord of rich and excellent silk
surrounded the bouquet of wild flowers
the fourth, tied to my wrist
ballasted them, like a balloon in the strong breeze
its desire only to soar upwards, like my own buoyant heart

the first cord was knotted around my heart
as soon as your smile illuminated my dark hours

the second cord was stitched with all my spare love
as you offered me a part of your life
I, selfish and bent on my own ways,
wanted to possess the third
that kept your secrets from unraveling

I have broken the sixth cord —
it united us for a woven length of our lives

the finest silk finally split
I had never thought to weave into it threads
a bit of elasticity, of fresh air, of forgiveness
to renew its strength
in the pull and tug of loving you



six cords
[2011.14.7...b]

19 lines of free verse

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