Poetic Licence

I only know you by the threads you reveal

Sometimes stuck on one thread… pulling it through your hand

And reversing it to only show me again… the same thread just from a different twist of the fingers or shape of the palm.

I know you from the distance between us… you standing … or maybe sitting

On the horizon… a silhouette, or pale almost albino white against charcoal night…

I know you from the angle of a tilted head or a grimace or a dimpled smile…

No up or down… just like being in free fall… reaching and sometimes touching.

I only know you because you allow it… in small measures… never large bites…

 Knowing of and about you is just a few random pages…

A paragraph at the start… two pages of childhood.. lost pages of adulthood or maybe just hidden in a locked drawer… pages I am allowed to read… a censored version… history revised…you write your story… you tangle your threads… you move like a tide…

 I only know you because you allow it… small measures… never large bites…

 …and I am so hungry for more.

Dance me to the end of love… Leonard Cohen… Bridgetown Blues Festival November 2017