When I held your hand I slipped string around your palm;
When I embraced you I tied string around your waist;
When I kissed you I tied string around your tongue.
You snore, while I work.
I’m tying knots, braiding string.
In the morning I lift the corner of your mouth upwards.
The strings are pulled to and fro by my fingers.
Your wooden smile [almost] convinces me.
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