In the grasp of the ropes under My hand We begin Suspended Gently spinning Pulled taut like a bowstring Nocked and ready to fly Drifting back to earth Lower, lower still Just inches from the ground The kiss of dirt As you're wrapped Tighter, tighter still All encompassing Submerging I hold you down, keep you connected to earth to sky to tree to Me And in the end when it all falls away You are in My arms Photography: Eve X (theevex.manyvids.com) Rope Bunny: Black Rose for Thee