Signals

Signals

What if the lovers were subjected to signals?
No speech. No lips. Armless. What if
Tied up, only the eyes were allowed travel?

Tell me how, across this distance, they would
Convey the most elementary intent?
Tell me how the most elementary --

Stop. I see it now. She tells him with an eyebrow
Lowering, that the fight is over. She is sending
Herself over to him.

The ropes loosen, no one knows how,
Or cares. How. She is untying them.
And this is all that matters.

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