The burning rope

Friday, August 11, 2017

The rope burns

Where you bind it,

Making me bristle and moan,

Your fingers tighten each knot

That tightens the knot inside me,

A ruthless mistress

Whose demands I must obey,

Each fiber of rope connecting

To some nerve in me,

Sparking fire,

Your fingers burning me

With even the least touch,

You securing me so I cannot move

Until I am bound up inside,

A prisoner of a will that is not my own,

My lungs gasping for breath

I can barely take

As I struggle against the burning rope

Constricting me inside.