The revision I mentioned earlier. This was called "Spinning Wheel" when I posted two stanzas before.
Sleeping Beauty in Love
You are the spindle
around which she winds
her silken threads,
the gridlike loom
stretching her taut,
the hands that pull
her strands, your fingers
under her and over her.
You are the weaver
of the tapestry, the trimmer
of the threads, maker
of beauty, of borders
and ends. You hold it all
in delicate yet calloused hands.
You are the spindle
around which she winds,
the polished point
upon which she falls.
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