Twine

Caught casting in your shadow
Breathy solace mutters
Hands
Signing pleasure
In absence of words
Thrown by the
More-than-clever
Reeling
Me in line
Your display of swirl sway
Matters
How it fits when we dare
To toss
Against the naked wind
Of nights where structure
Crumbles in an instant
And lines become dotted
On your landscape portrait
Of perfect passion
Baited- breath
Again, I cast
Away inhibitive nostalgia
That strongholds reason
And all of this because
I am liberated in our
Twine