Turquoise rope, a love story.

There’s a coil

of turquoise 

rope.

Hanging in my 

scullery.

Waiting,

until the next time 

you appear.

There’s a length

of turquoise rope,

running,

between

your heart and mine,

and I cannot

fathom how

the hell

you snuck in here,

nevermind

the rope.

There’s a bundle

of turquoise rope

on the floor 

of my heart,

as I search

for the beginning

and also

the ending, of this.

There’s a hank

of turquoise rope,

out there,

shooting the breeze,

as we sail

ahead,

on weirdly calming

seas.

~Lu