This unclimbable rope with you at the zenith made of threads
spun of our fragile acquaintance is breaking, writhing snapping,
and all I can do is clamber and claw skywards.
Because at the bottom is hell and going back is unacceptable
but I am far too susceptible of falling in that fire.
It's burning from below Earth's fickle crust to consume me and I just might let go.
I can't. There's you.
The halo around your dumb skull reinforces our sensual strands of blazing rope. Fortified.
Mortified as I turn my eyes heavenward
the world is upside down as you strike a match and ignite our love.
Elemental inferno charring emotional sorrow flaming from both ends.
Hypothetical binding now slack and I'm falling,
plummeting away from you, you demon, into brighter skies.
While scaling our rope I saw fire enveloping my feet.
But now you've scorched my eyes and I can see.
Under me was truly the sun descending over a new horizon
and I'll walk, with my past silhouetted behind me, towards tranquil midnight
and you can watch me incinerate every thread of you.
