The Lines That Tie

When these sighs
no longer draw your lies
with finger pressed

between the ties
no longer binding,
you hold me firm

in the absence of your breath

ragged and calling my name.

Who's name is it
that now escapes through
your lips,

is she written in permanent ink
across black and white print

or was that another lie
to keep me coming

back to watch yet another
hold you at rapt attention
standing tall

begging for ego driven
catch and release...

BAN March 14, 2015 11:36 am


The lines that tie, even when severed, are taut with the weight of all that could have been.