The difficult choices
[Wine or socks]
present themselves when
you’re lucky enough to survive me.
You’ll clean and find my note tucked behind g flat,
prepared keys with unheard words
about my love affair with ambiguity,
jarring dischord against commitment
long after your face loses its buoy.
My dominance was to deny you.
I had you here to watch you wait.
My arms never moved.
And now I tie their’s in a sock noose.
Bodies bound too late.