He worked quite precariously
Plucking, unthreading, tearing
Until the sheer glimmer dimmed

The needle bobbed with rhythm
As he'd untwine multitudinous threads
And mercilessly string them along

Patterns so intricate yet so flawed
The carnal ambivalence stitched
In the lush red silk

Yet tailor beware
As your patterns removed the seams
Of a work so beautiful
That you left remorselessly
In tatters.