with Reka Jellema
she held her lace
as if it were harp
and played crocheted
the holes
the notes
that plucked the dark
her lace, in knots and loops
a threaded tune spun fine,
desire's minuet, the kind
that plays your fingers
in every key of blind
Written with Reka Jellema
© Brendan Bonsack & Reka Jellema
October 2014