Playing With a Ball of Yarn

You

Like a spool of yarn
I unravel at the thought of you.

Tracing my thoughts with a pencil:
I map you – I read you.

Like a book unopened you are precious;
Pages as pristine as porcelain.

With fingers crossed –

I
love
you?

Twittling my thumbs through
the mere thought of you,
running my hands over the
idea of you.

Molding you,
Sculpting you,

Breathing you in.

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