Woven In Hair Poem by Kenneth English

In devotion to my dear sweet blossom,
Sweetest in every single hour.
In my spirits tide, among the flotsam
On your knees I will beg to devour.

In delicate shades of torquise and blue
From the coiling waters of deep madness
Graceful trinkets of hardened hearts so few:
Lay at your feet my innermost sadness.

Even though these burdens aren't yours to bear
You gather them up piece by piece by piece,
Lifting up each one with a lovers care
Kissing them and weaving them in your hair.

Taken by the wind to gently waft,
Gliding and sliding through your love so soft.