Winning Strategy
I tug and feel my fear subside
Find desire revived
And settle inside.
Such a gain from a tiny piece of rope.
Babies pull and I see your face
Feel the brush of whiskers
Feel the touch of your lips
Such a gain from a tiny piece of rope.
Turning on my wrist
I feel the rush of anticipation
The promise of more.
Such a gain from a tiny piece of rope.
Black and smooth
Knotted and frayed
Sealed with heat.
My tiny piece of hope.
No comments:
Post a Comment