Don't let these strings loose To be unfolded at our feet, For they wrap like snakes, in coils To tie you against me. Love holds shed skin Like shed tears, We are two serpents against the other, Just the liar upon the liar, With the truth we call the truth. We have merely shed a different appearance, So alien, yet so familiar To the world, around. Our lips have locked like knotted stems of daffodils, Together in our spring. We are like in the image Of disgrace, Upon our face In the heat of all things traced Of this lasting moment.