STRUNG-UP

Ashli

One day, the earth collapsed beneath my feet.
I’ve been holding my breath ever since –
hanging on by a thread, fearing the plunge
my lungs losing air, being strangled.
But I should have known that you
would follow the web of string that led to me.
From above, with strong hands, you pull
me away and bind us with rope,
tying us together with a small bow.
Careful not to let it collar my throat.

I’m all strung up with your touches so kind.
I kiss your gentle hands when they hold mine.
A single promise wound tightly around
my pinkie, saying we’ll always be bound.