Woven

Hay doods. I haven't been keeping this up lately due to a lack of alone time. But here is a poem about George and Emily in the play Our Town.




We are woven, you and I
and have been
since earliest uninvited dreams
of:
Who is this unmasked familiar?
Hold me. Keep me.
Spin me up, I will not struggle.
I long for timorous, tangled limbs
and secret somewheres.
I long for you.

The faraway calls but I can't hear
for my ear is angled obliviously to
slurp the sweet nectar pouring from your lips.

The faraway calls but I don't care
for We
are woven, you and I,
unbreakably

Together.

Big booty, numbah three!
Numbah three, big booty.