Safe haven

My dear Jane,

I know if your designs of hidden rocks carting off the stolen glands and lesser organs, arteries and tumbling blood vessels of fervent agony, covering your deep heart like a subterfuge,

The kind that rips you piece by piece, sewn back hastily, the needle dull and the thread invisible

As the maiden in Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme cried for her lover to return

To prove his love by making a garment without thread or needlework,

I can do such an impossible task for you

Don’t forget I can weave you a refuge with many delicate fibers and threads,

And as you have done this impossible and important task for me many times,

Without asking,

I long to help you,

I will always love you as Poe loved his Anabelle Lee,

And creating a safe haven we can share in threaded space,

We never have to look up under the rock,

As you are blanketed by milky green waves of smooth silks,

And if I cannot keep your full heart,

I will hope you get Angel-Eyes soon

And our shared sunshine tea will create our new shelter.

Yours, Edward