String Game

String Game

In your hands, a maze of white string.
Like leashes lopped from balloons,
the strands loop between digit and palm.

You hold distance between your hands.
And tension. You pull your wrists apart
to keep them netted together.

Here. Let me reach into the outlines
of diamonds spanning your fingers,
and pinch the corners. I will put my hands

into the laced-up space, and rework
it. Let me take it from you so that I
might weave new shapes, new openings.