Saturday, September 8, 2018

Warp and Weft (Day 598)

Singling out the silver  sky   
wine droplet crystallizing in 
the bottom of your glass   forgotten   
a mirror-room where people leave 
when you enter and enter 
when you leave   cushions undented   
covers unmessed in that upstairs bed 
where we lay   each woven in 
the warp and weft of the other’s limbs   
cries of migrating geese filtering
down from the graying overhead


(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Pixabay