Poem 20160214b

with hands like seasons
you move into the fibers of me

a penelope at her loom
weaving a destiny in me by day
and tearing out my warp, my weft at night
or some expert harpist plucking
out the songs in me
silence vibration silence vibration

i change each time
your hands move through me
seasons roll in circles
within circles upon me
and around me
the stars wheel
and i am remade

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