Hemp

How carefully Ive shaped you in the solitude of days

How peaceful is my mind entwined in cord around my fingers

How sweet the days Ive marked in knots Ive tenderly caressed

So many times Ive touched you, reached you, teased you

Now fingering these veins of hemp

Their hair upon my skin

And how gently, quickly you will sleep

Slip into my collection with its bristles, coils, intentions

Yet your words will be unfaithful before I set you free

Slip as life is bound to slip from this entropy disorder

Then tied and laid upon the floor in perfect symmetry

til the frayed edge of your lips on mine

Positioned, placed at ease once more

til this restlessness returns I turn and turn and turn again