it wasn't for her,
but the first time for me
seeing those infant
cyan eyes watching
flustered strings

you turned them electric
blue eyes glued
to your fingers
less like strumming
more like stumbling
"there's no pick"

she didn't know that

ropewalking

I could be your entire world
hanging from a string on
none but your
little finger

so long as you know
that strings
are not leashes.