There is an art to tying up a woman.The rope limits moti...

There is an art to tying up a woman.

The rope limits motion, but that is not

its primary purpose. Each arc of movement

stilled – shoulder circle, knee bent or kept

from bending – steers her attention to the

tiny stirrings her body has hidden from her:

heartbeat where her pelvis borders thigh,

the confused nerve that compels her throat

to feel the fingernail her lover whispers

across the bridge of her foot, hot throbs

of breath that spill out from her lips,

the ears that strain to fill up with the

sounds her lover makes in places she

cannot turn her head to see.

For everything the rope subdues,

something else is set free.

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