It’s a series of hook and eye
In this dark, cold, spot-
hunting, reaching, grabbing ties
back to the walls of the room.
You, singing with a spotlight
flashing through your face
in that sweet, precious purr.
Yes, I chose this tug of war
allured in your littleness; when I
let you pass the doorway,
walking slowly toward me; and I
fed you with love- the warmth,
the caress you ever needed.
The door is closing as you walk
further and further away from the
doorsteps. My skin is wrinkled and it’s
the string is getting near my room-
five, four, three meters away…
I thought I’ll get you this way,
But I only see the end of the tie
getting closer and closer to me
Since when did you stop gripping
Since when did I play this game alone?
Since when did you realize
I thought it was a series
of hook and eye- you and I
stuck in a hole with this tiny fluff.