crafts & words.

your eyes like blooming
spring flowers
following sunlight

two mirrored images
overlapping words
across my forehead

they're made of yarn
embroidered with your needled hands
over the lace of my skin

then the needles turn to fiber
a soft textured material
which sinks into the filling under lace

melting wired veins
run beneath it all
metallic ink

then a press that burns the words
of a poem that reflected
in a pair of mirrors
of a pair of flowers