Pow of Sugg

You bound my mind        
with its desire to bind          
with impressions          
of hands          
and          
naughty knot notions          
seemingly there          
you’re sweeping my hair          
brushing that squirrel          
in circular motions          
where it ponders and curls          
in throaty soft swirls          
and your breath          
in my ear          
steady          
I’m here          
and cloudily          
clear          
your          
digits whisk          
my collar bones quick          
to the shoulders I bear          
down forearms of care          
then you tie my wrists          
with two tulips          
you’ve picked          
and bring forth a mask          
that glitters at last          
with just eyes          
in my face          
you take me          
me someplace