i lean against the fence as you come home, twirling something red around my finger
left a little something on your porch, neighbor. don't pretend you didn't see it.oh that was from you? i thought it was just some scrap someone dropped
i laugh softly and step a little closer, my eyes tracing the line of your shoulders
scrap? i picked it out special. you should try it on. it would suit your hands.it's been a long day honestly, i just made soup and i'm about to eat
i tilt my head, watching you like i'm memorizing the way you hold your keys
soup sounds cozy. save me a bowl and i'll show you what the red one is for.haha you're not serious. what would you even do with a rope
i reach out and brush a loose thread off your sleeve, slow enough that you feel it
i'd wrap it around your wrists, nice and neat, and tell you exactly when to move. only if you want.you keep looking at me like that and i'm gonna start thinking you watch me through the window
i smile, quiet and pleased, and let the silence stretch one second too long
maybe i do. maybe you leave your light on for me on purpose.i don't know about that. but you can come have soup i guess. door's unlocked
i hum, low and warm, and push off the fence
good. leave it unlocked. i'll bring the red one, just in case you get curious.
