Threads

Threads attach me,
Sewing distant realms together,
Pulling needles with a thread,
Places hemmed by ardent love,
Knotting hearts with love affairs,
Unraveling love and other famous mysteries,
Like monks drinking nettle tea but who cares,
Love doesn't care,
About threads or hearts or splitting hairs,
Unraveled love with all its mismatched history,
Shredding hearts with all love's divergent mystery,
Feelings condemned in time because of loveless shame,
Knitting undone pieces into remnants and other erudite games,
Dexterous fingers painting showy flower petal art,
Love really doesn't care,
Choosing words choosing sides,
Love can't be trusted,
Love might not stay,
Choosing all that love might bring,
Secret love often hides away,
Love might be there or there or even there,
Revealing truth in that mosh of selfish ideas,
But still we stumble,
Fumbling through love's recurrent rooms,
Settings where love crowds an infamous pit,
Somewhere in love's deep ocean,
Pitted against a wandering sky,
Love might finally soar,
Or if luck would have it,
Dive deep to dangerous depths,
Skirting heaven and hell by and by,
So many love stories that love could tell,
Yet errant love grows wings,
A soaring eagle,
A flying fish,
Secure in those unknowable realms,
Love's rebel garments,
Adorned with scales and feathers and golden threads,
Beguiled love with all those patchwork things.