Red ropes entwine her frame
In this dance of aerial claim
Amidst the silent symphony
Of ropes that bind and set free.
Her form a canvas in the air
Painted by the hands unseen
In hues of red that bind and sway,
In rhythm with the silent play.
Each knot a silent story told,
Each twirl a whispering soul unfold,
She dances in her naked grace,
Amidst the artistry of this space.
Red ropes tied to metal bar
Hold her fast, yet free as far
As eyes can see and hearts embrace,
In this suspended aerial place.