Ways of Looking at Silk

Newly unwrapped flesh, silk
Protected from light, untainted.
Inhale the scent of powdered milk.

The murderer grips her hair, the tendons on her throat
Pulled taut.
The velveteen down grazing her jaw-line,
Stretched silk.

Tinted talcum,
The silk of the powder puff, the glide
Of masked imperfections.

Savoured sweetness.
Warmed caramel like silk
On the tongue.

The shimmer of oil on water, the droplets spoiling
Silk swirling patterns.
The thrill of the illicit.

The heat rising from the breasts, rapid breathing
Adorned with lace, ribbon, ruby silk
A secret luxury

Embroidering silk, decorating
Pinholes pricking, the tearing of the fibres
Pinking shears, cotton thread, stabbing, jabbing

Erotica, the unspoken
A subtle smile, forgotten moments
The inner thigh, fingertips caressing
The slick tip of the tongue
Silk skin

The bride, her features veiled
She is voluptuous, a swan stretching
Her silken wings
After a winter hibernation alone