Puppeteer

Puppeteer

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.

 

 

Image found at: http://simonwoodwardphotography.com/p/store/products/puppet-show/

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