Grape

I’ve been hiding in my own shadow,
I’ve been watching, listening.
You may now rest your finger on my trigger,
I can’t control this,
Mind controlled statement.
I’m slipping into this gap again.

Right between me and I.

I’m falling deeper into you,
Just seconds away now,
It is pushing itself further into.

Rope

Love hurts they say,
All tied up.
My love or your love first?
This is our black kettle.