As simple as a locking gaze
latched by ropes, devised through rays.
The beacon light out through the haze is
Narrow and unaware.

Trap me now unyielding sweet
as if eyes and heart should meet.
Callous though my heart may beat,
Shallow and unprepared.

This anguish fault projects a wish:
The subtle brush of lips on lips.
Alone at last, hung by my wrists,
Hollow and unfair



A concept now and nothing more,
though I’d like it be so.
The sea-salt air, my vision torn,
tethered by a rope.