Katrina Kaye

I fold into you 

woven art

intensity of color

reflecting red flames in eyes 

memory and scent

all that has passed
disguised in fabric 

texture of wool

(like callused fingertips)

bristles skin

before offering softness

my bare arms soak you in

absorbing blanket to bone

I can feel
you under my skin 

be my comfort
and I will be yours