The grey cloud in his mind was lifting slowly,
as the ceiling rope tightened and he stretched up on his toes.
Her darting movements behind gave notice of
the crack of the whip and the flash of heat.
The kiss of the whip left a ladder of stripes
easily ascended, step by step, to his nirvana.
Back on the ground, the clamp of the humbler
and the slap of palm on ball left a squirming pain.
Crouched and unable to run from the consequences
the white fluffy clouds of his heaven grew darker,
Yet, still he craved the birch that would deliver calm
in the azure blue open skies.