Silken Touch

She weaves dream threads.
Kashmir red lips
kiss each loop
on love's loom.
Breathing tight knot
of fertility
with warp and weft,
she fixes his pattern,
a sibilant twisting symmetry.

Evening's veiled gauze,
lengthening shadows,
imprints her designs
in Cinnabar gold leaf.
Sundown raises
forearms soft pile
to swift attention.

His heart follows
his mind, bound in need.

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1st edit 17.01 2011