O Man Away From Me

How did it start, the Cutting words apart, and Keeping to the pattern? You chose, to sew, Sew your words against the cold Inside. Why hide behind the knowing? Your heart shows through to those with Eyes to see through the embroidery. Finery dressed in Spartan spurts Is plain to me; all I needed was the numbers And I had you figured. You banged your keys in defense of the Spiritually counted babbler, who Someone else owned, and I saw you then Though the veil was dense, Though not so thick as the Wrath you'd vent And you piqued me. Obverse and reverse, Hasn't Caesar had his due? The contract's done; you Were the one. But, so was I Left behind To learn the craft of quilting. Heavy blankets make a warm bed.