Table Runner

threads and lemons

knit by patience and sweat

fingers bloodshot
bristles so fine

pale rectangular-stretched design
highlighting the mat

i run through my fingers
on your body

plain
enough to thwack his mouth

shred into pieces
until it turns into fine fibers-

knit another table runner once more
with whispers locked up
between the narrow spaces

the color of a lemon
scented with citrus secrecy