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The Quilt

 

LAST NIGHT


Last Night, I sewed a quilt for you
 

Last Night, I stitched over 360 patterns for you
 

Last Night, I needled in and out for you, out and in for you
 
Last night I sewed a quilt for you
 

I mixed yellow in with white, green with blue, I added
 

purple to orange, brown to beige and gold to silver too.
 
 

Last Night I weaved love into pain
 

I threaded tomorrow into today and truth into justice
 

I put the bees in with the birds, the trees with the clouds
 

I combined elephants with crocodiles, lions with rabbits
 

I put roses with lilac, hyssop with juniper
 

cinnamon in with vanilla, and honey with seaweed
 

I sprinkled salt with a dabble of coconut milk
 
 

Last Night I braided my glass pots in with my ceramic jars
 

I took crystal and put it with rock, I took a wood panel from my floor and cotton
 

curtains from the window, I took a lock of my hair
 

and twisted it with an Aunk from a bracelet
 

I took those old pictures of your mother and combined them
 

with my grandfathers war photos
 
 

Last Night, I sewed a quilt for you
 

I knitted kidneys with hearts, tongues with toes, pericardium
 

with gallbladder, uterus with pineal gland, liver with spine
 

lung with large intestine, legs with hands, knuckles with earlobes,
 

eyes with mouth and spirit with soul
 
 

Last Night I sewed a quilt for you
 

And once I finished I wrapped it around my body

to collect all of the juices of my labor

with admiration and love I folded, and pressed, rolled and packed
 

With a lick from my lips and a star shaped kiss,
 

I laced it with honeysuckle vine and tied it with a butterfly bow
 

And gently, very delicately I tucked it in our sacred place
 

That quite comforting place at the left side of my right pupil
 

That small dark spot that you always seem to acknowledge,
 

 I placed the quilt there
 

And that way I’ll always keep the love that I have for you safe and treasured
 

Never to be stolen, never to be taken or given away
 
 

And in that way, every time you look into my eyes you’ll know the depth
 

of my love, the seas of my being, the heart of my existence and you
 

will Never, never forget who I am.
 
 

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