A Reminiscence of Rope

Like a Satanic Eagle Scout, I watched
a weaving of rope, finding-out the best route through/
the best route-out, the best route to bring out
the best flood of blood: The best rush of blush, coursing wet

The best way to get the point across to the lost: Becoming the found/bound  

LOSTness-needing constriction/restriction-entering in whispers
Entering in vapors-caressing & leaving, a breathing of breath/breathed upon swan-shaped neck
Moon-lit formation of contemplation – Standing still upon windowsill
Staring into space – Surrounded in everlasting VASTness.  

I held you as you held me, I saw you as you saw me; together, we: Became

A slit-wrist pledge to leap over the edge, forever bleeding into forever
Filling complexed-needs in methodologies-architected in intricacies & complexities
O Yes I watched you: Flesh of my flesh/slash/blood of my blood

Caressed in finger-tipped divinity/slash/destruction & creation: Dark starred constellation

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