bound

perched atop my throat canal

is the beginning of a sentence swallowed

whose words meet to align my intestines

and flutter upon arrival in my belly

they spawn butterflies of gossamer wings

to warn me that we shall stay dizzy

so long as we remained intertwined

fates swapped between omnipresent hands

to tether hope is complex

from one human vessel to another

as the sailor knots here are invisible

looped around our fragile porcelain bones

and nudged into our spirits

intricate ties that can shift loose or pull tight

at the beckoning of our exterior selves

shifting the precise composition of my body

with little regard for the original placement of my heart

our spirits now irrevocably bound

as a singular entity