Weave with your hair
a velvet cover
that could comfort me
should the dawn
find me naked.
Tie up your lips
between mine,
breathing in the void
I will learn how, through the mouth,
the fish both kills and dies.
You spin spider webs
that mess up with my sense
that I love you so
and it seems for no reason.
You mix up every day
with the following day
and in between days...
Wrap with your arms
a double laced bond
that ties me
to your chest, love.
Muddle up with your kisses
the part of my brain
that rules
my heart.
You tie your glance to my skirt
down my back
and I say, rather than
your eye, just put your intention instead.
Tie me up to the bed frame
don’t deny yourself
to know how much love
we can take at once.
You roll cigarettes of tenderness
and with no paper
for me to smoke them
inside …your skin.
You mess the crosspiece
of this poor marionette
and in between mess and mess
tie, tie...