Her heart was like the eye of a needle and I the thread.
Stuck between two fingers, each time I'd get close.
I'd veer too far left or too far right, never in-between.
Nervous in motion A thin thread roped in ambition.
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Kewayne, I like your brave use of an extended metaphor. but some of your expressions are awkward (A thin thread roped in ambition) and undercut the metaphor's power. Maybe you should stop writing for a while and immerse yourself in some good contemporary poetry. That is, if you want to improve as a poet. If you'd like, check out my new webpage: jeffersoncarterverse.com Tell me how you like it. Yrs, JC