Last of The Two (Romantics)

Who knew
that her look
would warrent
a war of words?

She locked
the door behind
her, footsteps
picking up speed.

With the trees
in sight,
her eyes turned
into lakes
leading into the forest.

His rope
was rough,
thick,
he knew
how to tie
a knot.

The branch was heavy,
the burden
pulsating
in her neck;
his hands
were calloused.