Yet, still, you unravel me…
Like old sweater I’d have
Wrapped ’round your shoulders
With heart’s unrelenting affection
To away the chill bent on stealing you.
Your silence didn’t sway me—
I fill in the spaces with phrases
Wound like cotton yarn between
Fingers—cat’s cradle, dreams I play.
And they, words a-fraying—wise, pretty…
Deep as pensive Pacific clouds in
Dream-voice as far, wavy azure…
Yet, still, unravel me.
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