You would
Think that
Pulling
Away would
Help, to
Lift and
Separate;
But
Ties that
Bind fray
Slowly,
Holding
On
When it’s
Too
Late, too
Late for
Solace
In a
Silken
Tie, draped
So, just
So to
Tease
Upon a
Colder
Shoulder
Nigh, a
Back
Unbundled,
Please?
You’re
Tugging
Hard on
One that’s
Cut,
Dragged to
By one
Not
Taut, so
Hard to
Tell when
Lines were
Out,
When you
First
Became
Caught.