Spirals Bound

Back to front,
Front to back,
Into spirals bound,
My love —
Into spirals bound.

I would place my hand
Upon you.
I would move my fingers
Through your hair.

With love,
I would close my fingers,
Bursting bone,
And blood,
And brain.

And, with dread,
I would read
The gore-soaked prophesies
Upon the wall.

They would say
That love makes hate,
That life births death,
That I, and all,

Are into
Spirals
Bound.