Let me put myself in your shoes
As a puppet loosely strung
Sure!
I float like a moon unbound, twirling in gossamer
I’m a ribbon dancer, but not so graceful
Cocooned in fiber that tears fuzzily while I spin warm, wormy, waxing, wooly yarn
A single strand can tug me into frictionless rotation
I’ll turn and face you. And then I’ll keep turning gently, phasing in and out
Wanting, waning
I’ll orbit around you,
and you, and you, and you
Every one of you in my weave
A quilt of moments that fog in my head,
A blanket I cocoon in,
A tapestry we spun,
while spinning together.
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 12:05 AM UTC
Let me put myself in your shoes
As a puppet loosely strung
Sure!
I float like a moon unbound, twirling in gossamer
I’m a ribbon dancer, but not so graceful
Cocooned in fiber that tears fuzzily while I spin warm, wormy, waxing, wooly yarn
A single strand can tug me into frictionless rotation
I’ll turn and face you. And then I’ll keep turning gently, phasing in and out
Wanting, waning
I’ll orbit around you,
and you, and you, and you
Every one of you in my weave
A quilt of moments that fog in my head,
A blanket I cocoon in,
A tapestry we spun,
while spinning together.
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