Bound at a glance

At one glance, we were tied

In the orbit

Of our eyes

You, East o’ the sun

Me, West o’ the moon

Sun and moon a course around

A bashful-bound domme and sub

When domme and sub stitch up

East o’ the sun and West o’ the moon – a place,

At last, a mess of us

To unbind in The Embrace

And in heaven’s orbs, Unite