Lacerated.....

Did I think I would,
that I can
or I could
touch that fabric
spartan,
in shreds, un-dyed-in-wool,
and... weave a heart again?
And have I then,
blinkered,raw-fingered,
touched its beat
pulsating,
and then ......bloodied
drawn back,burnt, spattered
and in tears.......?

Was.....Is

Gentlly, gently, rubbing
the sunlight in my eyes,
the twilight in my dreams,
I knew,
the chimera
the dancer
the droller among the shades,
a filtered form, virginal,
a longing, a sigh ,an arm-stretch away.
And I a heart-wrenched wretch,
felt , a moment's stillness
a pulse-throbbed eternity
a string-taut wanting
and then, let it go
a believer in hour-glasses,
the next moonlight
the next dawn way............