A simple process to bind me
to you, no greedy tendencies, no
marks,
Do it, covertly. Unwind each fibre in
his sleep, take care with fingers,
earlobes, neck. (The pulsing smarts) Until
there is no space without
you. No thread left
in my palm, only the end,
fraying delicately between
finger and
thumb.
Comments
Highhat | October 10, 2010 - 14:01
Yes- this is very delicate- I liked it. The imagery with the thread is wonderful;)
shoe | October 10, 2010 - 16:55
I liked it too, the smarting pulses...the thread, delicious.
fatboy74 | October 10, 2010 - 19:16
Beautiful.
maggyvaneijk | October 14, 2010 - 21:41
this is stunning, having studied "Middlemarch" last year it really reminded me of the recurring imagery of thread and webs being spun between two people.
craigarcher | January 3, 2011 - 21:32
really good poem