I hope many things
for you and for me
you are a
resuscitation
the strings that you have spun
the ones that bind me
I cannot touch them
or you
but the strings still play
the same old melody
the tune of you and me
they extend and extend and
yarn, yearn
someday you and I will not speak, touch, make love
and one string will break
cacophonous bleeding
the string struck me
but I was always a repair
in progress, under construction
but days
days have the power in them
these strings
made of hope, warmth
love and rubber
the strings that make the universe
and the ones that make
me and you
they come back
they always do
YOU ARE READING
Revèuse
Poetry"Everyday we prepare a face, to face the faces we must face." TS Eliot this book will never end, it's a way for me to keep pieces of me safe.
