Only when I have tied
that last knot can I step away
and see your bound body
as something different from a white oak
or a supple young birch I meant to train
in its insistent growth.
Then, the taut loops of hemp loose
themselves into background and I
refocus on the fine surface
of your opened, pristine skin,
where my delight is all the odds and ends
I may now, at leisure, stroke.
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