Rope

It turned out that He

And She

Bought the very same rope.

Coincidentally,

To tie upon it

The Ether's heavy stones.

And when He moans

She smiles to herself

Slowly unpicking the corkscrewed twines.

And as He sighs

He reminisces to Himself

Before tightening the binds.

He professes it frees Him of His mind.

What he doesn’t confess is this -

It's fucking on it all the damn time.

They both

Close

Their

Eyes.

So,

She's warm and wet

He's rigid...

At the same time, bent.

The space between them silent

And frigid.

He thought He'd won.

He takes another breath,

While she empties her lungs.

And it was those fucking bruises

He insisted He put upon Her.

She wasn't deterred...

She recalls as she stirs.

...By the freshly laid bite marks.

They are dimensions

A.

P.

A.

R.

T.

Tethered or not,

It's just too far.

And their knots can be made loose.

He came like a swan...

Again, She twists the twine.

..When he was just a goose.

Her jewels cast before swine.

Still, strangely

Coincidentally?

Of the same mind.

The one He claims this rope

Helps Him leave behind.

'I got a softer one,'

He whispers to his lonely knees.

'Especially...'

She rubs an imaginary itch on Her skin.

They each put the rope away ruefully.

He without feeling Her,

She without feeling him.


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