Loose thread


You are like a loose thread in my minds secret room.
Simultaneously a quilting and a query.

I wrap your essence around me and pad barefooted along this carpetless floor
seeking a white couch and seafoam paintings.
The images of the home that lives in dream.

longing to fall asleep to music
whilst watching you drum a pencil along your desk.

You pause…while I ponder
the underside of your duvet cover…what a passionate shade for such a quiet man.

These loose threads lead somewhere.

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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