“art and shibari”

Ropes twist in gentle, intricate embrace—  
A ballet of fibers, patience, and intent,  
On canvas flesh, each interlocking trace  
Becomes a silent, breathing monument.

The body poised in harmony and line,  
Red cords describing curves that softly bend;  
A gallery of knots, both strict and fine,  
Where tension weaves with trust and limbs suspend.

Art lives in paint and marble, ink and stone,  
But here in fiber's touch, creation speaks  
A quiet language, eloquently shown  
In every loop that curves along the cheeks.

This is not merely binding, but design—  
Of beauty shaped by careful, caring hands.  
In shibari’s stillness, we divine  
The art that only tenderness commands.

Light bathes the forms in shadows, crimson, gold;  
A moment framed, where vulnerability  
And artful vision tenderly unfold—  
A gentle knotwork of humanity.

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