Twine eyes
wrap me up,
back and forth
is good enough.

Bound to look,
love is tied
with your two spools
of blue twine eyes.

No microphone,
just a stick in the dirt
but that doesn't mean
it's all she's worth.

Writing in circles,
spinning my wheels
in the loose gravel,
in the muddy fields.

Bound to look
into knotted pines,
******* visions
of your blue twines.