Red Sky At Night

the fabric

frayed

weave so loose

to barely hold a thread

more than fair

given the grind of years

and the way of us

us -

flung of tornadoes

spat to ground

at every stutter

we have lived together

beyond this love

lost of knowing

the how of why

..........

I see you now

as I see me

drawn -

quartered by passion

longing the second wind

inside tender skin

hands twitch

to stitch torn sails

red sky at night