Pulling free the warp.
Rethreading the weft.
Untangling the knots
while keeping the tension tight.
Three to the right.
One to the left.
Clear threads devoid of color
until woven into place.
Where the weft becomes this.
And the warp becomes that.
Three to the right.
One to the left.
Woven into place.
The border defines the space.
Here is within.
Here is without.
Three to the right.
One to the left.
The weaving collapses.
My arm caught, entwined.
The weft is now warped about
And sealed with her mark.
Three to the right.
One to the left.