A Small Intrigue by John D. Blase
God folded his love over and over
like a note from a childhood crush
until it became small enough to fit
in a thimble, a feat quite impressive
for such a grand God.
The thimble tumbled in the afternoon
sun and glistened just long enough
for a little girl to spy it in the corner of
her room and be intrigued.
She tried it on for size with fairy tale
results as the love whirled into the whorls
of her finger then dove beneath the
surface of skin to harbor in blood.
Now, finally, love could begin its grave
unfolding, its fated spawn home.