Let's talk about rope; diverse as the clouds in the sky. Thick or thin, soft or rough, the yin and yang of this incredible strand takes away all the thoughts that plague my brain. Good and bad there is only Him.
Soft and whispy, pale palette of pinks and reds it kisses my skin. Warm as the summer sun in the morning; Gentle and kind it tells me I am safe. Just the beginning of brand new journey, it launches me into the atmosphere and I never want to come back down.
Strong and slick, a cord of fiber twisted into an unbreakable bind. As a hand through the fog it grounds me and reminds me I am alive. Like the north star to a person so lost, it is there and firm in it's stance; not even my anxious mind can argue.
Natural and rough, a lash of abrasive pressure it keeps me focused and out of the daze that freedom always brings; just enough to remember what's happening. Teach me and tell me how to please. As a leash to a pet guidance is what You offer with a hand so strong...covered in a black glove.
With skill and grace, tenderness and unyielding hands covered in black will set me free with a pinion of hemp. Chest and soul exposed and caged at the same time; so raw and primal.
Set me free by binding my body so that my soul may soar! With rope against my skin I can be the purest form of me.
-Pandaish
