"where do you come from?"
Asked the weaver
"why ?" I asked
"never answer a question with a question o friend in the veil of a stranger", said the weaver
"I come from the land of gods"- I said
The weaver laughed
"you and I come from the same place then, I wonder how we have never met, you and I have walked the same streets, drank from the same springs, almost came across and always missed and maybe there is as much god in me"- said the weaver with a smile on his face
You wound lies in your spool my friend, for I had lied- I said
The weaver smiled
"shameless" I said
You get lies when you lie- said the weaver and walked away

come
I invite you
study me
I want you
embrace the wonder
I will show you
the snowflake of my soul

She smells like marmalade
and Christmas trees.
She cuts her heart
where she places her knees.
She smokes in the park,
under the skating skies.
She makes me upset
and sometimes I make her cry.

Over in the dark,
she plays in the snow.
And if she feels cold,
I touch her chest
but I don't know.

Bask in the bark:
our names on a tree.
Carved with the knife
that she swung at me.

She says she's drowning in my ocean,
but I feel no emotion.

Her words suggest our bond
is as strong as a noose.
But she only loved me
when I was something to lose.