Chaos Winds Its Wire-Mesh Poem by Mark Heathcote

Chaos winds its wire-mesh around my heart
But I've got wire cutters like a black widow spider
And, I will be the one to entangle her heart.

Thread it like silk, and wear it for my crown
I'll meltdown her tiara, and cast silver-light
Out of shadow; into splintered jewels gold.

That'll dance like shaken dew when the gipsy
Remains camped, doesn't want to run away,
Oh, chaos winds its wire-mesh around my heart.

But now I'm never happier than when it's dark
And, I find the starlight hidden in her heart
Like the black keys on a piano all in tune.

Missing only that opposite spark
Ebony heart, make music with me
Beneath this broken web this ivory-moon tonight