Pene Kingsford
Fibre and the Weave
Funny don't you think
the fibre and the weave
patterned on the cross
move with me
and then some day soon
the clouds are going to clear
leaving you the room to move
move with me
take these loving hands
place them in your hands
nectar to the sweet
move with me
skimming stones with you
stepping to each heart beat
fibre and the weave
move with me
move with me
You're the fibre, I'm
the weave
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