~Weaving In Real Time~

Because you asked …

I revealed the past tense,
unraveling a love’s remnants,
showing you a naked soul,
wearing a story full of holes.

Turning my back in shyness,
unsure of my worthiness,
I gathered up my courage
and spun around again.

The flax is stronger this time,
the colors real and certain,
you holding the salvage edge,
as I fold into what will be.

We grow proportionately,
warmth developing between us,
holding variegates of a garden,
spun beneath a clear blue sky.

Our blanket grows in real time,
spit to hold and hide each knot,
a future looming before us,
one size fitting all our dreams.

Because you asked.