Tethered

Dance with me as I keep you tethered under the sycamore tree

Your coffee-soaked lips open wordlessly as you keep me tethered in your bubble of gravity

Behind closed doors and under the sheets, the stars that flicker beneath your eyelids keep you tethered to me

Time crawls and curtains fall as your late-night drawl keeps me tethered in feelings of awe

In the valley of lilies and the field of thorns, grasp me tightly as these tethered ties cushion our fall

You sway passionately for me even in droughts of mystery

Beloved, come dance with me as you keep me tethered forever to your sycamore tree

A romantic poem that I wrote for the Little Infinite February Poetry Contest. If you enjoyed this enough to vote for this piece you can do it here. It is all appreciated.