Sweatered

Here you are,

sweatering me.

Our hands neatly woven,

fingers like yarn.

Your warmth

leaves me turtlenecked,

concealed and shielded.

Your reassuring words,

which are soft as wool,

button us closer together.

You crochet my

unraveled soul.

You tell me everything’s

alright.

You help hook me

out of the world for a while

every time you hold me tight.