[Kay Syrah]

Stitched comfort,
and warm bodies
finding no fault
in the seams that bind
each of us one to the other
a laugh in the dawn of delight
a tear in its last covering
in the cold sheeted empty night
just holding the caress to memory
the pattern of quilted kindness.

[Soaring Feather]

The quilted kindness holds
the memories of our dreams
wants and desires
I wrapped myself
around the seams
and stretched far out
for your last visage
discovered you were
a mirage of happiness
alive in me.