a piece of you

a piece of you,
a piece of me, we tie
ourselves
together,
stitch us up
with needle
and thread.
we make a quilt
of blood and memory.
of seasons
long ago.
of what tomorrow
might bring,
of what could keep
us warm
when the cold winds
blow.
when the rains
sing.
we make a blanket
to cover
our sins, to hide
our lies, our secrets.
we begin
with a needle and thread
to start
again.