A glimpse, a hint of life's play,
Suspended in the silken sway,
Whispers in the air, so thin,
Each tug a dance, each pull a spin.
The ropes bind not just limbs and skin,
But stories untold, secrets within,
In this moment frozen on display,
A journey of surrender and way.
No words can capture what's at play,
In the silent symphony of red's sway.
Jonathan
2024-11-09 22:44:30 +0000 UTC