bondage

in a different world

we’re lovers

supportive

watching the trees

as they nod

until I become a masochist

until you become the psychopath

and hunt me down.

until that happens

i will hit myself

forgive my past

injuries

until we trace the patterns

of crow wings

until the rest

until we lose each other

find the better part of garnet

I won’t forget

the old adage

that it takes time

but I’ll continue to search.