The fibers: entangled into form.
The straight line becomes…
wrapping around curves.
Feeling tightening pull
the digging within,
in two the core.
Of one’s being, in there one finds, piece.
The cord pulled: shapes made.
Satisfaction at length grown width.
Dragging across, a savory silken canvas.
Which quakes with each touch.
Of free form slivers of freedom: mixed fingers and tips…
Indentation, removal, repeat sensation.
Running lines through pathways of memory.
Of moments passed soon to return.