gnarl

knitting



sometimes

when the warm tide of your skin

flows under my touch with hushed abandon

I see your fury; the deepcold

sores(bootprint tattoos)not so old

cutting into the(then)girl(now),

sharp stones formed of

some fellow's wrong.

(I am not afraid)

i will smother your hurting places

with long years of holding;

act

by

act

i will cover

your wrathful wounds

like shells of pearl

around sharp sands.

i will make those bitter grains

into jewels of trust

to treasure in your mind's hand.

g.