Metaphors

Your love is the kaleidoscope
of my heart
shredding colours
weaving it’s way into my anima
as cotton threads upon a loom

joining you… I find myself

nestling amongst
your words
your smile
Your arms feathering
as an eagle would her young

Twisted Words

twisted cotton threads

words inside my head

unravelling

taking upper hand

straining to be heard

senses peaked to write

not speak

brain in overload

can’t control the flow

I must

I must continue

no words are left

in situ