Silk

By Estee

Contributing Writer

Swathed in black silk
speckled with white diamonds
caressed by the winds of time
Two breaths come together
one rhythmic motion of life
gentle rock of the haunches
How exquisite the memory
How delicious the insatiable appetite

Like white spirits floating in the dark
no harness to the land
no tug of gravity
Swept up into colors
Exploding in the midst of midnight
coming forth
coming forth
Fireworks of lights and sounds crack beneath the silk

Ahh, the gentle whisper
light touch of silk
slow and gentle
the unraveling of infinity

Colors recede into the black silk of night
The spirits rest
one with one
with each other
A collapse of their souls
they ascend into the heavens
floating farther and farther away
Left, only to be called back to the earth
to be harnessed to the land
pulled by gravity, until once more

The sky is swathed in black silk
speckled with white diamonds
Spirits caressed by the winds of time
To be awakened from their slumber
To rise again and walk the souls of man and woman.