You smile –
And I see that slender strand twirl –
So innocently, towards me.
A single thread of liquefied silver –
A young shoot in search of light.
It wraps itself around me –
Its roots bury deep.
A soft gossamer web covers me –
It warms, in the chill of the night.
Yet, draped across my mind –
Like a coat of fine dust,
I see the gleam of blunt, ragged, metal,
Poised above the strand, of silver light.
The corpse will hang in the air,
As we forget to meet each others’ eyes,
Its fragrance faintly lingers –
Of memories tinned in nostalgia.