Knitted Brows and Tangled Threads
Poems, fashion, and philosophy
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Reading
Trace your fingers over the leathery skin
Give in
Its red tongue is calling
Siren’s song
Let its smell reel you in
And enjoy the prick and hook
Peace in this captivity
Nothing else but those words
Curling fibrous fingers at you
They beckon
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