'Twas Thy Brotherhood...

Oh, nothing more than words a few were they, indeed, I recall them so well can thou never tell - only words a few with such sheer normalcy in the milieu around, why would thou even notice?

One fine morning, daylight just ablaze right outside my window pane. Will I swear by this soul of mine me dear, one I so strangely in me I somehow, still bear - had I not had any dream of this. Ah! how would I have implored to the Holy for just a tinge of that neon red for such was the fine morning...

Yes me dear, does no tint of doubt foreshadow my mind now that hurled I a gaze too transient on my bed, slept it still with my smell and hair from my emerald ribbon ; huh! I recall that well too, tell I thee is there no doubt in me, but alas! still perseveres the wish deep inside my corpus, my thighs, my shoulders and my arms - if only had I just one then.

Climb on the stile was both rugged and smooth; oh how come? Their coexistence, my fascination. Was it a presage? Could I find one? 

Strange is the aftermath for me to comprehend and toxic for me to want to, you see, the coir was stiff, as ran my fingers indeed.

Thicker than thistles with tinsels like thorns, a few touched my eye as ran my fingers still on the coir dry.

A knot to appease thee, alack! my dear dear soul from the same womb, had I known but a chignon to tie. So I tied. I am afraid, did I pace no further from where had I displeased thee so?

Doomed will I be but is that not what I desire to be;

Will thy diatribe always find the way to me anyway.

Oh that knot on the ceiling! was it no cinch, and could it be no cinch of any kind - 'twas parched and arid afterall.

I see, 'twas nothing but that, all still but ah! how it shook.

Entrenched right above my head, being swayed by the zephyr from edge of mine to edge of thine - had thou desired the loop there, I understood eventually. 

Yet, 'twas not an end of the task as wrapped I the tatting right there, could it be my dear?

'Twas no apotheosis of the solar hour, yet sought I the pinnacle of a discovery - was the loop thirsty just as was my throat and so inevitably did the desire for each other resembled betwixt us. Could I be any happier, could I be oh my brother?

Such was the semblance of the rope, "found thee now" did it seem to cry, and eventually again, realized I had it been myself to whisper that.

Oh my brethren from the same womb, see what thou helped me find!