Imagine it unravelling
like a red bow,
a sigh of glossy satin
eluding possession.
Look how easily
it insinuates itself
round neck or wrist,
a slipstream of ribbon.
I pull and it unbinds me
till I am undone –
a scarlet dress, pooling
by infinity’s bed.
Kat, this is quite amazing.
Thanks Robert
Lovely poem 🙂
Thanks Jonathan