Elevated in a state of grace,
By ropes that bind and yet release;
A dance of discipline, where the mind is placed,
In a world unknown, but oh so serene.
The heart beats steady, with a rhythmic pace,
As the body hangs, suspended in space,
Each breath a gift from the heavens above,
In this moment of surrender, love finds its groove.
Red ropes enfold, like an embrace,
In this twisted paradise, where pain and grace combine;
With each tug on the thread that's tied to her waist,
She hangs suspended in her mind, in a state of fine art design.