Wednesday 18 January 2012

Rope

Once again
I hang from
your endless
rope,

dipping further into
your bucket
of lust,

drowning

drowning

drowning.

Once again my feet
are knotted,
hobbled and twisted
above your pink
head.

And hung I am,
from your endless
rope,

drowning

drowning

drowning.

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