Untie these knots; unbind these silken cords, and let my heart beat freely. Let the blood return to sleeping limbs. Remind my skin— re-teach me how to feel. Just let me breathe, and I will take you in, your breath and mine entangled—intermingled—each exhale a testament to what we have enjoyed: my name upon your lips, your roughened voice the spindle ‘round which my whole self is wound. I am unraveled; we are both unbound. So let us weave the threads of our desire into a tapestry of wants and needs and promises. Let passion guide our hands upon the loom. We call this pattern love, my love; it lingers in our blood and bones. We memorize each strand, the warp and weft, that when we come undone, when we forget how it is made, we loose the threads, unweave our careless hearts, unwind our tangled skein: Untie, unbind, unravel, weave again.
A little blank verse for the yeah write poetry slam.