or string, but the snorts of minotaurs
swirled my skirts, and I ran deeper still.
You can't hide from the hooves, they kick
gravel into glass slippers, and I crawled
with bloodied knees, not knowing the maze
would lead me, at last, to you.
I would dive through briar thickets
if I knew you'd kiss my wounds.
I've been twisted and dizzy, turning
in circles and squares, when around
the corner, you were always there.
See my wrist, love, reaching for you --
grab your girl and pull her through.
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