A cinematic poem by Laurence Fuller

Wrapped around her fingers, She did hiss, Wrapped around her fingers.

Pull of an endless thread, That ran from his chest to her finger, Pulled it like a string, Wrapped round her fingers they did hiss, Pulled from out the drift now into bliss, Wrapped around her fingers.

Welcome to the whirlwind, Storms swirl by her wrist, Wrapped round her fingers they did hiss,

And lines that were stated, Were as the lions instigated, To roar by the ring on her finger that directed. And all the world because it was her wish, That did make it. Until he bowed out.

ReliX Collection www.laurencefuller.art/relix @laurencefuller