Shibari En Quarantaine

In kinbaku-bi

A beautiful tight bonding

Imposed restriction

Bound in self-reflection


Friction of fight

Burn of skin

The more I resist

The more it digs in

To my present

Tastes of the past

For aye cast

On my stage of lament


Be I decoratively tied

A macrame figurine

Undoubtedly bound

Shibari in quarantine