Erotic haiku –
Is it even possible
To be so constrained?
As if by delicate rope,
Criss-crossing my syllables,
Binding contemplations tightly.
Unable to voice,
To openly shift emotion,
Or move my appendages to
Escape sensation,
Forced upon me by the flow
Of words and movement.
Bound by rules and rope.
Choosing accommodation because
It liberates me to be.
Thoughts of you, always,
Penetrating my psyche,
Pushing my limits.
Within these confines,
The wellbeing of bunches on skin,
Constrained ideas,
I can now express
Exquisite desperation.
Fighting to reach bliss.
Bringing me to peak,
To peak, wheeze, and squirm in
Shibari haiku.