DaVinci’s Rope

I Feel it

Lodged deep

Wedged between folds

In front of my spine

A single rope

A stellar web

It reaches up

An eye hook

Screwed into diaphragm

Rage and fear

Like secrets

Held high and taut

In delicious strain

Exposed

Hands wide

Fervid desire

Forbidden to hold

Boundless desire

Restrained

Pulling out and down,

Across and in

Each breath

Block and tackle

Rope and pulley

Stretched thin

Testing tensile strength

Iliotibial , knees, and hips

Posture perfect

Ankles wide

Michelangelo’s

Perfect symmetry

The Universe’s embrace

In antonym