Words

I hang from the edge
of the pier, with your words
clinched like a noose
around my neck

and I dangle
untill the stormy seas
turn to cool crystal waters.

I observe you,
observing me, as
my blanched neck
becomes embellished
with a ruby band.

"It's far too personal
(and blatant)" you said
"to choke someone
by hand.

It's much more satisfying
to sit off shore and
watch the rope
tighten with the wrath
of fired words."