Valentine Scribble To My Wife

for us, a gift,
the scribble of love,

life-lines
curved and straightened,
joined, intersected,
bone combed,
fearlessly curled,

life-lines
entwined, overlapping,
hand brushed, caressed
sun-stroked,
plucked, crushed, treaded,
bottled like wine
moon-painted
in circles, sailing swirls,

braided, plunge twisted
poured from coiled rope
made of twine,
our every written line,
tied, knotted and tossed
spinning to its own music,

folded on itself, unfolding,
pounded in damascus steel plys.
holographic snarl of two,
impossibly tangled,
inseparable, undivided,
flowing in love’s scribble
we are coincided.