A Rope Sculpture
Added 2024-08-31 20:00:01 +0000 UTCIn shadows dance the ecstasy,
Bound by red in naked liberty.
Shadows play in dark embrace,
A canvas where the body traces.
Ropes that bind become a frame,
Elevating flesh to an artful name.
Each knot a mark of artistic flair,
The dance begins with tension and care.
This is not submission but a song,
Of freedom found within the red tether's long.
A dance in shadows, a play in light,
An embrace of freedom, pure and bright.
