I knitted a robe
From the wool of my loneliness
A grey and heavy garment
Hanging limp from my shoulders
As I ran to hide from your youth.
But you found me, and you laughed!
You sewed bright ribbons to my hem
Festooned the front with fragrant flowers
Cut off the sleeves
Tattoed my arms
With hearts and moons
Until your laughter
Cut the thread
Unraveled quick
The suffocating weave
And bared my skin
To sun and love
- Author: Berthold Lippel ( Offline)
- Published: May 5th, 2016 19:03
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 29
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