Conversation subtle

Words tangle through the air.

I take the time to unwind and the knots loosen. 

My needles click click knit care.

Pillow talk a heavy blanket into sunset.

Warm cozy tone and weight, worsted. 

I almost grasp the language the meaning is coded. 

My fingers unravel the mistake blurted

blanket unfurls into a pile at my feet, nest for sleep. 

Words knit through the air.

I wrap the yarn into a ball and begin again.

My mind loops endlessly a pair.

Conversation slips through my fingers, spectrum of sunrise.

Good morning contentment exerted.

Eye contact slides and I take you literally.

Basic stitches are easily inverted.

Count the rows, no holes, like magic it takes shape.