Archive for November, 2011
The bow
The bow
By Marie Gordon
You had me spun
Around your finger
Tightly bound
Resisting your pull
A ribbon strand
Like a piece of floss
Tugging fast
To wind myself still
I feel your strength
Clenching my twine
Testing me
To see if I’m taught
I still hold fast
Wrapped around you
As if you
Could tie my bow