You did not think, yet felt the puzzling ache <br />as I, <br />and when it trickled there was great surprise, <br />and it was true, it drew us into it, <br />a fuzzy thing in the magician's hat, <br />as if our skins had merged <br />and melted into yet another world, <br />your heat was lost so deep within <br />igniting friendly and satanic ghosts <br />dressed up in flyboy's camouflage <br />and seeking its own sure demise. <br />And when we speak of love, <br />send kisses through the laden air <br />the secret stays inside that special place, <br />it was not the surprise nor the strange novelty <br />it was the ties, just freshly wrought <br />that bind forever with the knots of time.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich 2<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/knots-of-time/
