Twine—

You on the other side,
I on this end.
Are we not twine?

Blinded by the threads of pleasure.
But, darling, twine slips away
When it oozes its desire.

Keep it—
Keep it tight in your hand, my darling,
These twines of yours.

Is that what you are doing—
Venting all your muffledness,
Posing all your powers
To get what you want?
Is that what you want, my Talon?

Take me,
Take me to the horizon
Beyond the reach of destiny.
That is what you desire, darling.

I can see it in your fingers,
I can feel it on your lips,
I can sense it in your breath.

Take me
Away from the front of the world.
Bury me down under your warmth—
Alas, that warmth I need.

Let the knots remember our trembling,
Let the fibers whisper what we cannot say.
For every cord that binds
Was once a loose and wandering thread.

You pull,
I yield,
And somewhere between the strain
A music forms—
Not of chains,
But of chosen tethering.

I wonder, my darling,
Who initiated this—
The pull and push?

Remember, you swooped down to the earth,
Spreading your clutches—those beautiful talons.
I was waiting,
Waiting through eternity
To be haunted by you.

Do you feel it?
That ancient tug—
Older than maps,
Older than vows.

We are sailors of a single rope,
Testing the wind with wounded hands.
I was waiting for my ship,
But your moan reached me first.

And the twine, my love—
If it frays,
It is because we burn too bright.
If it tightens,
It is because we fear the fall.

Hold me not as a captor,
But as a keeper of fire.
I am no feather for idle games,
Nor are you merely claw and claim.

We are the storm learning its own name.

Twist me with truth,
Not with hunger alone.
Let desire be a lantern,
Not a wildfire in dry fields.

For pleasure passes like summer rain,
But the well we dig must be deep.

Tie me to your courage,
Tie me to your talons,
And I will anchor to your doubt.

Together we shall weave
A rope no horizon can sever.

And, my Talon,
Do not drift away with my raft.
Do not turn your gaze from me.

Ah, I will be woebegone
Without your afflicted gaze,
Without your sharp talon anymore.

I am dead already,
Wounded by your love.

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