Leaving Anchorage

Sinewed strands
entwined
in cinched fingers
my coiled and curled
tresses
trespassed
by your clutched reach
defend
as brave ivy
of old
knowledge
to live
deep
in your hidden quiet spaces
invade
vulnerable cracks
angered leafed life
penetrates
your fortified stone
weighty and weak
immobile
from my mounting climb
you have been examined
encircled
your confused grip
grappling innocent greed
bleed talons white
twisted bruised red
refusing my release
pleasured
pained
you're enraptured
entangled
tighten me
tighten me further

tumble

by Chantall Çollet