Most of the night and day
i lie still quiet
until a slender grasp takes hold.
She is so close to my body
but i cannot tell you her name
she captures in violation of the NO
One by one
she moves my edges against the tough mind
gently
then harder and harder
until i sp lit her to the ____________ end
i don’t have a choice
but to surrender to the senses
to the strokes along the tangled strings.
The black knot remains embedded in me
as if she won’t let me breathe again
my externals are worthless.
She tosses me back where i was
to the trap door again
i am not even clean yet.
Dirty and tired
skinned bristles and brittle locks
but i lie still
still
until a moment tomorrow and tomorrow