His kiss brushed against her cheek
as she worked without a sound,
pulling the single silken thread
taunt against its ground
circles of white against soft blue
the thread went round and round
until he stilled her hand.
His eyes met hers, a soft gray blue
that watched him watching her,
a smile crept knowingly across her face
and almost in a blur
her needlework was laid aside
and it never did occur
to her to try to stop him.
And so she sewed a different stitch,
as pliant as a willow,
Circles of white against soft blue
his hair upon the pillow
She wrapped their silk around her hand
to let it go and billow --
the end of a much more pleasant task.