Fragile Threads

Creating our relationship
this late in our lives
requires trust
which cannot
will not
should not be
easily given.
We probe each other
searching for
gossamer threads
with which to weave
a comforter of smoke.
Long distant whispers,
old wounds camouflaged
by independence
strength
bombast
laughter
silence.
Dashing through the fire
of past experience
wounded gentleness
strident posturing
we race past each other’s
protective barrier of self
carrying our silken truths
to lay at the other’s feet
in mute plea:
continue weaving?