bleed your colors into my cloth

i'm sick of the way i am

i want you to push your fabric over mine

so i can dye you, so you can dye me.

i want you and i sewn into the same garment

and worn by all the eyes who see us.

and when we kiss, we'll smile through our thimble teeth

and my needles will pierce you, and yours will pierce me

i'll write haikus about you like

:

My woman of twine

I'm thankful your threads were spun

I want to wear you

:

and when our fibers become loose

and our seems have come to splitting

i hope we fall into the same heap

and i can die with you, and you can die with me

and we can bleed our strings back into the Earth