Wound up

 pulling in

and wrapping into oneself

until

like a rope,

you´re twisted

and so 

tight-

that only one to release you

from the knots 

are the skilled hands

of a weaver.

Only those fingers

can unravel you--

witnessing the tangled mess 

that you've become,

and still thread into you

interlacing your loose ends

and

making you feel exqusitely textured

as he

holds you 

with the warmth of a quilt 

on a cold night.