You kept your calm
Even while leather straps
Teased your back
In the most malicious
Of ways...
The cries that
Escaped your lips
Sounded like songs to me,
You plucked the strings
Of the harp
Within me
And pulled like the moon
On the waves
And brought tears to
My eyes,
The midday sun plead
With me
To blink them away though
The salt would sting
On bloodied fingers.