Knots

These tiny knots, million in place,
Mapping your veins, temper and state,
Gaseous, fluid, indifferent, opaque,
An army of white and red curiously mate.

They seep and crawl, run and flow,
Drift along the scar tissue on your elbow,
They play and kiss, within white spaces,
All blood red with fervour, stained sacred dresses.

It must be some parallel world,
Within these walls, the echo rings
Of a slumber, an awakening unheard,
Living on hold, ecstasy sings.

Come entwine and cuddle,
Betwixt these knots, red and white,
Wet and threatening, million in unison
Beat along my ear, my living undone.