on An
Old
Black
String,

In that,

I used
To be
Full
Of you.

—-

I hung
You on
The gold

Bar of my
Nightstand.

—-

Hitting you,

To view
Your
moves,

I Flipped
my head
Back, in
Voyeur.

—

Velocity
Swung
You in

Circles
On your
Own axis.

—-

I watched
Until you

stopped
Moving
For me
…at all.