The Sweater of the Man
was knit by the wife of his brother.
He sees ivory
needles in her white hands,
the camel cashmere trail of yarn
scaling her thigh, pooling
her lap, pulled knot by knot to climb
and wind in soft cables.
When dreams leave and sun comes,
the cables push her scent into his skin
and she holds him in ivory light.
She wakes with this vision, goes
to the window under the star
that will share luminescence
with him in the West.