Weaving in the Dark

[BW BRINE]

It all came gushing out…
A strong and steady flow A flow of all the years tucked beneath a blanket. I think you are saying that you're this person sitting here making this blanket (weaving) over the years, which have been filled with woe. Thus, a blanket of woe, or you're tucking in the woe. Right? If so, it's a flow of years... not sure if that makes sense. What about a steady flow of tears? I just don't know how you can have a flow of years, but maybe I'm the minority.
of all the years I tucked beneath
a blanket made of woe.
And though they hardly spilled,
I’m sure I didn't know
the drops that sailored down my cheeks
would never ever go!
I knew him like a verse
tattooed across my bones, I like those two lines: tattooed -> bones
his words would charge and bruise my flesh:
a hurricane of stones! I disagree with the comment above me. I think this exclamation is fine.
I wish I could have said
by means of sighs and moans, Just now got this the second time, excellently phrased double entendre (misery/pleasure)
he never fucked me quite as right
as did the tailor, Jones!
And now I'm all alone
curved inside his eye Don't understand this one.
Good-bye, good-bye,
good-bye, good-bye!
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye!
Strange ending... I'd like to see what others think of this. I think it may be a cop out...

Hi there. I want to preface this by saying I like this poem, because it's different. It leaves me thinking. Good imagery, particularly the strange connection between woe and pleasure/sexual tensions. It reminds me a bit of a Poe poem, although it doesn't seem so melancholy (but maybe that's why I think so -> strange rather than overtly sad).
You might want to look at a few of the lines I mentioned and really figure out what you are trying to say; figure out if there is a better way to say it that is more easily understood by the reader. I like ambiguity as much as the next guy, but sometimes it can be confused with a lack of meaning, which I don't think you want for this poem.

-BW