Thin Spun Twine Poem by T.R. James Bray

We sit and let the cosmic dust fall above,
glints in the blackness of the night.
A cacophony of laughter
rises over pines and
fills the chilly mountain air.
Wine bellies bring you so close to me.
We've only ever shared our earthly everything.
If that is even half, of what we feel to love.
Our merciless memories,
a possible wedge of remembrance,
act the opposite and bind us closer.
These memories of us,
thin spun twine plaited to create thick rope.
Remind me of the braids you wore, as a young girl.
An intimacy closer
than even the cardboard box and drawer,
used as our cradles
on our first night learning these novel scents.
Naked, unknowing, together.
No one ever said you weren't fierce,
and that I wouldn't
reap the benefit of your green eyes.