Ropes Entwined with Soul (Patreon)

A glimpse, a hint of life's play,

Suspended in the silken sway,

Whispers in the air, so thin,

Each tug a dance, each pull a spin.

The ropes bind not just limbs and skin,

But stories untold, secrets within,

In this moment frozen on display,

A journey of surrender and way.

No words can capture what's at play,

In the silent symphony of red's sway.