How thin is the line between love and death?
A poet's mind's length; a fine, raven hair's breadth.
I remember clearly all those sweet times
We lay after sex; all the low clock chimes
With your head on my heaving, breathless chest;
The nights without you; alone; cold at best.
Between thumb and finger I twist the bond,
The rope which we played with; with which so fond.
Muscle memory reties naughty knots;
As my mind's projector plays those old thoughts;
It's ironic; those ties that gave us joy
Should end all the pain in this tragic boy;
That the rope with which I tied fast her hands
Should snatch my soul out from the Devil's plans.
I slip down that knot; fasten the rafter,
As I kick that chair, I hear her laughter.
Categories:
reties, addiction, allegory, allusion, break
Form: Couplet