A body released from gravity by suspension —
it surrenders its own outline,
beginning to drift toward a shape not yet named.
The red rope, like blood,
draws outward what seeps from within,
remaining on the skin
as the memory of being touched.
What exists here is neither dominance nor submission,
but the quiet presence of a body
being slowly rewritten
through the touch of another.
Within the space between women,
the body moves away from that which is seen —
toward a being that continues to emerge
inside the relation itself.