Shibari Poem
Rope slaps against the mat
the scrunch of jute cinching around bamboo
groaning under the weight
tugging, ties wound tighter
skin twisting
hair unleashed
cascading waterfall-like around a trembling figure.
Fingers purple, red nails reaching into space
grasping for reassurance
finding only distance.
Slap, swoosh, creak, gasp, sigh, tie.
Shoulder blade wings emerging to take flight
but crippled, bent, crushed
twisting and quivering like a moth
under a hot flame
the angel releases a wimper
dropping like a leaf on an autumn day,
her brief journey towards the light
no match for
the energy blowing at gale-force levels
pushing to a breaking point
Creak, creaking, thwack, twist, thump, tying.
Rolling, cinching tighter,
toes twitching
Purple fingers, anemones frozen in place.
Slowly they come to life, twitching too
turning, flickering
A lighthouse appears.
Hope unwinds.
