POEM: SILK

I.

Spilling the vacant
Will of complacent
Scenes where you boast
Of your dreams

We stand aside
Above and behind
To propose you
Consider reality

Where whirlwinds
Unfurl like a clasp
Shackled purse
In a deja vu canyon

You brag of everything
All that you’ve won
Yet meanwhile you’ve said
And done nothing

II.

I turn to you

My heart therapy
Slow sinking swan

When my enemies
Have claimed their victory

You glide on mirror bodies
Attracting my still movements

This monument is yours
Yet we can’t see your feet

As you kick currents
Waves warrant

Our slippery soul’s
Attention

III.

It feels like everything

The titanic toils
The golden spoils
The copaiba oils

Fall deep

Into a pit
Where the evidence
Where the relevance
Shrinks into black

In that moment

Your look and smile
Fragrant and long
Like the Nile
Expanding direction

It is your light
In my darkness
Folding me
Into the day’s luncheon

IV.

The thread vibration
Discourse disgorges

What bubbles from our lips?

Is it the imbecilic utterance
Or infinitely wise quills

The breaded breeze
Rises rue and raisin

What fills the edgeless eye?

Is it a corn husk imitation
For silky sodden sighs?

The skin beneath
Our fingertips

Will beg us to question

What textures knew the touch we shared
And felt beyond convention?

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