Ode to a Rope

You come in so many colors,
sissal, braid, and twine.
So many lengths and finishes,
you make me feel fine.
Sometimes you rip my skin,
or tear out some of my hair.
Sometimes you make me bleed,
or just leave a soreness there.
You caress my skin like no other,
you hold me tight and firm.
I may pretend to protest,
but I'll never truly squirm.
Lock me down within your lengths
refuse me even just an inch.
If I get bratty or annoying,
tighten yet another cinch.
I'd like to pile you upon my body,
covering every square.
I'd feel so much less lonely,
feeling you tightening there.
Wrap me within your strength,
keep me buried within your coils.
I'll happily swim through your fibers,
and twist myself through your spoils.
Hang me, rend me, stretch my limb,
I wave my flag, you'll always win.
Anchor me upon my bed so I don't float away,
let me return to you each passing day.
I'll connect to your cord if you keep it strong,
within your ropy arms, I finally belong.