Waves (poetry)

[Deleted Member]

Darkness descends. The world reduces to pinpoint focus

of feeling. The hard ground beneath me. The long line of

my back as I sit, eager and excited and ready. The rope,

wrapping round my wrists and tethering me up to heaven.

Held, by the most tenuous string and the strongest feeling

of something momentous. Something I’ve been searching for.

It begins. Rope twining round my ribs, tightening. Constraining.

In contrast, the heat of you. Against my back, and your cheek to

my cheek. Between the two, I feel enveloped. The darkness

is empty and so, for once, is the fire in my brain. The non-

stop rush of noise and *** and certainty and uncertainty.

Blissful quiet. A moment paused. A here and now that it,

at last, here and now. The bonds tighten. Squeeze me, hold me.

Steal the breath from my lungs and replace it with presence,

calmness. Left, right. Up, down. Forwards, backwards. Whatever

direction suits your whim. Manipulated like a doll and all

the while, I float. A marionette with her strings cut but still

bound. The full breath that I need to take to bring me back

to me is held in trust. I could reach for it, fight for it,

but I don’t. Instead, I flow, roll. Move as I am moved,

revel in the freedom of the ropes around my body, the

body against my sightless senses. It’s like waves, shifting

me in undulating swells. It’s like an immovable ***,

and I am the wave. A *** of nature that is, just for now,

softly pliant.

[BohemianLady]

I love this poem. It’s brilliant. 

[Vi****]

Char this is beautiful and I could feel some of this energy when I was watching you and rope last weekend. It was mesmerising the way he moved you and manipulated the rope into such intricate designs on your body. The voyeur in me delighted in the scene very much so. He had such a tenderness towards you too,  even with that cane in hand love you words. Xx