Love Calls

Like a bellows, I pant

The sound expanding and contracting

In my ears along with the rhythmic pulse of the blood in my veins.

I can feel my flesh throbbing

Here, here, here, here…but disjointed

Some parts normal, some not.

The not ones are behind knots.

Your ropes bind my mind, not just my body.

I am uncomfortable. I yearn for freedom…and yet not.

My body poised in a frozen moment…waiting.

Waiting for you to let me out.

I can only trust you

Listen to the stillness that are my thoughts.

There is no mind, only a bellows, throbbing and the rhythms…

The stillness of waiting.

© 2008 Shannee Green

Published initially here.

Image by Gonzales