Hindmost

[dulcedemon]

Straps, knots, and clasps...
Though I'm bound,
I'm not obliged.
The hand that guides is the hand that reins.

(Reigns?)

Push me deeper.
Let the waves pull me under.
Strike a rhythm that breathes from the root.

Split me with sound.
Split me with light.
Split me with your third leg.

When I bow from pleasure
or bend from pain,
it looks the same,
but what a noise!