We common strands, once alone.
Sought a weave to call our own.
At times too tight, at times too loose.
A chance to tie the lover's noose.
You bound me by your woven charm.
You fastened me within your arms.
Bound by fate no strings were spared.
Lost within your luring hair.
Our minds were twined in quite a twist.
Your eyes began to twist my wrist.
Lassoed by seductive threads.
Encased within erotic webs.
Around our goals we held on tight.
As ropes we held with all our might.
We held through wind; held through rain.
We held those loads, meant for chains.
Weighted times, strained our knots.
Holding down our burdened freight.
Even chains can sometimes break.
Over time a dry-ness rot.
Frayed by pain; fibers cold.
Over time we could not hold.
Unraveled by our circumstance.
Without deplore, we took our chance.
Within our risk; excitement spent, do not forget the days we lent...
...
the way you chose to tangle me...
the chance I had to tangle you...
...
a time when love, entangled two.
- L.
J.
Riley jr.