2016-10-20

The thread

Yes, more than anything I want
to feel the tug of thread
encircling me, encircling you

To feel the stitches loosen, the loops
slacken, limp as a dying embrace
To feel the seams stretch
taut as skin, as we move apart

To feel the thread at needlepoint
piercing me, piercing you
and find at the end of it
a knot

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