In her white-curtained solitude, she finds
A world where red straps bind her wrists and mind
Ecstasy or discomfort, it's a dance of art
In this image, her story begins to start.
Red straps across her torso, they tell
A tale that's open to each viewer's swell
Her pose is one of passion, a silent plea
For us to see beyond the red and white tree.
The curtain hangs behind her, pure and bright
It frames this scene with an artistic delight
In this image, we find not just a woman tied in red
But a story untold, a world that's yet unded.