I wait

For your elucidation.

Your distant light,

to illuminate

the labyrinth of words

you lead me down.

My silent screams echo

as your needle pierces

and your shadow

is tattooed onto my skin.

You hold taut the threads

as you weave

your erratic Gabbeh.

Dragging me through

the warp and weft

of your distant life.

You hook me again and again,

draw me towards you

then leave me hanging,

while you,

change colour, change pattern.

Only to return and caress

the hues of my fibres,

just as the needle

falls to the floor.

(C) DeJ Feb 09

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