Shared language

We have a shared language

And a shared connection

Ropes as a map on your body

Marks traveling along your skin

When you’re bound by my hands

Surrendering to passion

To my will

Not just to placate me

The bond between us

Together with you,

I tie you

The rope an orphan

If you are not in my arms

You are not silent

But a living soul

Your body an exhibit of love

The decoration is our connection

From you to me and from me to you

Eyes shut

Absorbing all that is good

And that good is everything

When my quiet settles inside of you

Your quiet emerges

And is all that is left

The words disappear

We are one

I undo the rope

With an embrace

Because the rope is nothing

The real tie that binds us

Is who I am to you

And who you are to me

What exists between us

Is the only thing that is real

The only thing that remains

By eli dom