Barb
Like your namesake
You stick to my skin
Get caught in my thoughts
I went for a walk
Not in woods but in words
I was snagged
I've been snared
I believe you might be the first
An original in begetting this hope
That this tangle you have me in grows deeper, appreciates in strength
I pray it knots, gnarls with complexity
I languish and pine in my ardent desire that the hold you have on me is never loosed
And if the cost of knowing you is a drop of blood or two
This is a dowry I blithely offer up
3/9-10/10
You stick to my skin
Get caught in my thoughts
I went for a walk
Not in woods but in words
I was snagged
I've been snared
I believe you might be the first
An original in begetting this hope
That this tangle you have me in grows deeper, appreciates in strength
I pray it knots, gnarls with complexity
I languish and pine in my ardent desire that the hold you have on me is never loosed
And if the cost of knowing you is a drop of blood or two
This is a dowry I blithely offer up
3/9-10/10