in the way that wool weaves in and out to create a jumper

i find that my fingers gravitate towards yours to join in comfort

with skin as warm as the leaves that begin to fall on a brisk autumn day

small movements are amplified like a theatre

and on a stage surrounded by an audience,

its as if it were just you and i

the spotlight softening the way my heart does when our eyes meet

quiet acknowledgement of the thread that joins us