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.