red scarf

You would do anything for me— my torn garter, my heart patched and ready for wear. So would I, weaving every seam and stitch when life snags you on its hidden hitches. I pray our time is entwined— ropes draped over precious cargo. No green-eyed razor of time can tear us apart. Every moment, a gossamer sapphire of ecstasy. As we watched the sun rise and fall, each dawn and dusk embroidering our provenance— our red scarf, our tender hug, our joie de vivre, etched into eternity.