Retrace the lines through the darkness,
Touching the thread, coarse fibres
Eating its way in my skin,
Where does it lead to,
Back around or forward score,
With all your ferocity,
Feed my curiosity,
Spurious,
Inconspicuous,
Inconsistently inciting, inviting.
Textures of the sun,
Scriptures of the moon,
Move the world and water,
Pulling and bringing,
Giving life her bloom.