Laced emotion (Prose)

held together ornate lace
an indefinable weave, delicate stitches
interwoven we are
not the love of souls intertwined

mortals
flesh, blood and bone
delicate thread
unravelling
in a twisted skein

a place lost in the artistry of
fabric, easily damaged
fragile, worn edges
that a seamstress alone
cannot mend

©jmtacken Feb 2014
Photo Credit: www.pinterest.com

Thank you to Brian www.waystationone.com for another nudge (thankfully I have not suffered any bruising in the writing of the above)