Did you notice the subtle ways
Women temper one another?
Like fine blades of steel
No, softer
Turning coarse wool
Into fine threads
Fondled softly
Between fingers
Three strands
Lover, fighter, friend
My freedom ride
To secure my attire
Take me into
Foul weather
A message received
'Yes please!'
Knowing not meant
For me
One to be 
The cool breeze
Telling me
To tread carefully
Love is not all
That it seems
As lanolin coats
My fingers
Threadbare
I watch and listen
And wait to dare again

Never to let
The sharp ones
Fray your thread