Fabric frayed to Newly Woven

Fabric de-fraying,
   lately woven,
     always more...

These are either related pieces, or they are not...
They are Borne in different ~places~  but a few of them are multiples of a single Suite

*Please take them as you will...
I would love to know  what you see, what you feel with any of your senses, as you read...
Please comment freely...
Poetry is for the Reader; please open any door, and in you walk...

Poetry is always best read ALoud... even if you whisper...

    If these verses are disconnected for you, you are absolutely *correct*

       If you see connections amongst them, you are absolutely *correct*

   Thank You for being here, my friend...xox CherylFaith

I

I'd sooner be a Princess, Love and Poetry, my riches,
than a millionaire of monied Dreams;
Fabric frays, while Words remain

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II

sexiest act I Dream he'd perform upon me:
 He'd Read to me, a Literary Classic,
 perhaps a lost Poem by eternal Sappho**
or a bit of Magic Blake...

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III

His eyes skim the inherent Magic, the Mysteries carried in Words;
While he Sleeps,
 Murk births a SeaWeed-swathed angel;
 Lost Lotus Lady emerges 

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IV

Step toward thy Dreams with care, steamy nympth;
You know not with whom thy pretty cockerel hath lately lain