You knit or you weave,
whatever it is
The red poncho when i see,
reminds me of your kiss.
The magic of its fabric
The strength of its stitch
The mystery of its weave
The warmth of the yarn
that embrace me as i wear it
Somehow i knew
the red poncho is like you.
It covers me when i’m naked
though i wonder why it’s knitted
in a way that’s complicated.
Just like the memories
that you leave
the red poncho
reminds me
As you knit and weave,
that a needle is needed
to create a lingering memory.
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