sewing needles
always find their way into my fingers.
stitch by stitch my fingers mingle
sewing my half to your half.
always feel i've searched the earth
with each single red-letter girl
disentangling our knotted thoughts
braiding our interests and fingers.
twined through careful timing and concern
wreathed in gentle memoirs.
you were mine and I was yours.
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 12:17 AM UTC
sewing needles
always find their way into my fingers.
stitch by stitch my fingers mingle
sewing my half to your half.
always feel i've searched the earth
with each single red-letter girl
disentangling our knotted thoughts
braiding our interests and fingers.
twined through careful timing and concern
wreathed in gentle memoirs.
you were mine and I was yours.
Request permission to use this poem