March72013

Lace

You found me lacing up my dress,
My fingers twisting knots and caught
Behind my back. Like you, but less

Repentant: Take a seat,
Worry your tie a little,
Look up at me, recite
Your too-rehearsed confession.

Now, every time
     I reach to touch
Somebody else,
     My fingers break,
Still tied in knots
     Between the lace.

(Source: katiekerr.deviantart.com)

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