twisted tines of silken thread turn truistic vines of dread into total truisms that fed on tectonic overtures
turnstiles of treacle thin ties, that tickle skin and whisper tactile lies turn tiny faces to taciturn skies
Tiptoe across a threadbare rug tiny traces kiss treads remembrance
Touching histories of true memories Tugging threads tight in a trance
this is for you... yes You! written today 12/11/13 just for you. New words don't come easily to me but inspiration must be caught in a tight hug and embraced :)