Bound Tightly
She circles me, sleek and cat-like, crawling on her hands and knees. I run the tip of the crop along her back, tapping her with it to adjust her posture. Soon I will bind her tightly, with rope to my soul. When she cannot move we are both free.
Tyr said,
April 18, 2008 at 10:04 pm
Almost like Haiku….. the meter is different. The snapshot is the same.