He weaves me a story


Beautiful man,
Your fingers make restless patterns
unseen, but intricate.

You weave the air with each breath
each wave of your hand
a symphony of  delicate snowflakes
a blur of un-captured images
floating gently from your fingertips.


Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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