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Spaced out in perfect unison 
there comes this
time and place
where our independence 
folds in on itself. 
Tied tightly together
you push up against my face
whispering that one sentence
in my broken memory
it sits. 
You twist the dial
louder the music plays
you ask if we could
instantly I agree
of course. 
The time is neither
new or late
at all hours
we’re ready to go,
and all it takes,
is a simple mention
of a want
bleeding into a need. 
Twisted into fists
the rope bites into skin
gentle enough though
no to leave anything
too permanent. 
In these positions
she’s held firmly
the tightening helps balance
any other thought. 
She begging to please
come closer still
she says,
with a look,
careful of her 
red stained lips 
the gloss shines
and from where I lay
her beauty is her strength. 
I’m here quite sure
that her spell
has me wanting wanting
that one piece of her. 
She smiles,
and just as softly
she’s released 
the time chronicles
need a rest for now.