Through thin lines and a brief precarity

two ends of the same rope

silently knotting while

waiting patiently for warm balance

somewhere greenly glowing between your tendons



So the waltz was intricate

two-part braiding

under heavy magnet weight

an Atlas of Repulsion

breathing old air into

the same new mouth

with compression potential

we acrobats contorted into a last

tied hold



Until

Quick Unspinning

like acid whiplash

you dropped me from that high globe

just as I was preparing the ladder