Up and down,
inside and out,
wrapped and wrapped.
The pressure, the tightness,
the beauty of the knots,
shaping the body,
newfound roundness
from the tension squeezing hard.
The light colors changing,
gradually evolving into darker shades,
as my heart pumps and pumps
forcing blood to find another path.
The anticipation of the end
when the rope is an untied mess,
and the marks furrow the skin
a new me, every time,
with all the feelings cascading into thoughts
moving one little piece of the puzzle
into place.
A soothing embrace in the middle of the storm,
the safety of rediscovering my body,
the beauty of the walls falling down…
when it is right, boundaries just bring freedom.