Threads

I am cotton
You are wool
and they are silk.

Our threads may interfere
with the pattern.
(With the cloth.)

They are untouchable,
smooth, and soft.
They know what they want.

You keep me warm, 
but you are rough with your words, with your tongue.
You know what you want.

I am not soft, or rough, but malleable.
I can’t find myself in this, 
and I will change for you.

For them.