No Ropes
We are together
and apart, like hyenas.
You demand to be captured -
roped to a pulse
but I have forgotten
how to knot blood.
Love arrives quietly.
My lips brush the wet vines
of your hair.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment