I’d like to make something of beads and silver coil

Of leather and ribbons strewn together and braided intricately

Something of burnt orange silk and turquoise rock

Carved out into crosses wrapped in bows 

And barrettes clipped along the sides

Buttons gingerly sewn into fabrics

Threaded in through small cavities in hard plastic

Pierced through velvet and out the other side

Irregularly shaped opals folded into them

Between laced pointelle trimmings and red and rose waxes

I would trace my touch across the rims of textures

Dive into the opals

Swim in red and rose waxes 

I could observe the thinness of my blood diffuse slowly into the hot wax I swim inside

My hair would turn burnt, dyed orange from the rose mixed with my brown

Burnt strings of silk

The red barrettes in my hair would be sugared over by wax 

Might harden and crack

Into a sea of buttons on my dress

Tumbling down my bare spine and melting

Lingering black lines of hot buttons dissolve into this pool of circus stripes

Pastilles of turquoise in my eyes

Reflected inside the milk moonlight pools enveloped in the ripple pleats  

At this altar nothing would be decided

I tip toe and spin

Pitter pattering my black mesh wrapped in white silk

Covered completely in hard wax

Cartwheeling over holy pages

Exploring in my mind a library of threads and needles

With every step I carve out my own doctrines of freedom of spirit and in all this string I am untethered and unshackled