Watcherby.

Sit -- stiff, silent and monogamous
Holding the world tightly to your chest,
Unraveling earth like a ball of yarn
With your clandestine fingers.

The strings fall and dance like winded ribbons.
Your still, observant eyes calculating -----
Amused by the overlapping insincerity
Of yarn upon yarn -- vampire of free will.

Woolen texture suffocating extensions;
Knotted binds that won't come undone.
You have tied lives together
With insatiable and brave adverbs.

September 30th, 2008.
(c) Novalyn Grace RRL