Thursday, April 15, 2004

next to you with thick words
is where we weave oursevles together
like tapestry in the process,
rug of red rugged tongue.
we join together in marriage of hands,
because everyone knows
two girls means sin.
pinkredpeach
i'll color the yarns our fingers are
when we weave them together
(but not our tongues).
joined in love-
but not "in love"-
we love conceiving weaves or bonds together.
squeeze our hands a little tighter and
bite our tongues a little harder
next time the accusation of
bonded (meaning by "in love")
tries to seam rip its way in.
tighter than tight plaid playing together-
giggling wild we'll smile at them.
*bettie* at 9:46 AM