Sewing

If I cull a rhythm

from the air,

and intone melodies

soft and fair,

will you sing with me?

If I gather time

to find words such as these,

from blood, from ink,

from any means,

will you speak with me?

If I spin a story

from last night's dream

and lend you shivers,

send your mind to rivers,

will you listen with me?

If I turn a breath

into a murmur, a stutter, a chuckle,

nervous crackle of knuckles,

and whisper varieties of musings,

will you dream with me?

If I silence my thoughts

and ignore the lot of chaos

around us to hear just you,

focus intent and repurpose,

will you trust with me?

If I sew a promise

from my stitches and seams,

pull the thread from my being

and knot it to yours,

will I belong to you?