the hard full moon

the hard full moon threw shadows to the ground and if they tried to move

it kicked them in the ribs and face until they submitted

and lie still

beneath this hewed black and white glare

disoriented by sips of wine and hashish

very slowly he disrobed her

deliberately relishing her exquisiteness

her shape her rounds and hollows and curves

he gently rolled her over onto her belly

her willingness holy

and knotted her elbows with white jute

cinching them as one  and wound the strand and knotted it down to her ethereal 

wrists

with her shoulders pulled back her breasts swelled beneath her like jealous half 

melons against the cool suspecting earth and warmed blades of grass

cupping her cheek in his palm he turned her head and caressing her ear

with his lips he whispered to her to bend her knees

she submitted

he drew the strand through the cuffs of her blue vein wrists and ran it taut

up between her ankles and looped them together in dizzy close figure-eights

then ran the jute down her calf to the inside of her knees

one leg at a time

parting her thighs gently and holding them fast

with the web running up and over her shoulders and forming a halter where her 

elbows were joined

when this intricate framework was fashioned

he adorned the jute with small symmetric knots

titillating rondelles or baguettes to accent the dazzling gem her ivory body had 

become

under his full eye

and the moons

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