Mid-day bondage is like meditation

Proof that last week's recommended self-adhering tape sticks to nothing but itself and leaves you freer than before.

The sun is high, and the house is silent. Absence is challenging to notice while entranced by a computer, so it takes me who-knows-how-long to realize our opportunity. Shit, how much time have I wasted?

I find the black roll of self-adhering tape from the metal case I pretended was a box for his guitar petals while the family watched him open the birthday present.

The floor creaks as I walk through our bedroom door, but I'm optimistic. We won't wake the baby today.

I approach him, seated at our dining table/desk, the sunlight on his knees. I drag over the old metal school chair, sit, and lean towards him, resting on my knees. I stare at him, staring at his laptop. I smile. I wait for the shy boy face I love to come back.

"Why are you being intense and cute?" He's still typing.

"I like to admire you. My handsome man."

I stare longer. Then lean in. He turns to me. I kiss him, and he kisses me back. Lips to lips. No saliva.

"Why are you being sexy?"

"When is your next meeting?"

"Forty-five minutes."

I reach into my pocket, remove the tape, place it on his lap, and say, "I submit."