Lovely Penguin

poetry, prose and randomness

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

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