A Savory Silken Canvas ~ Rise to Ashes

The fibers: entangled into form.
The straight line becomes… curved.
wrapping around curves.
Feeling tightening pull digging to 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.