My Dearest Silk
Branded silk scarf in between my legs, inbetween yours. Silk, the woven suck from a silk worm. A silkworm is thoughtless, or have you heard this one before?
In a church in Hell, Texas he was taught that all beings, even the silkworm, were made in his own image.
In a basement in Brooklyn, he learned he could eat fish because fish don't have any feelings.
A neighbor helped a neighbor snuff out the candlesticks too early. The party was still partaking, yet until in utter darkness, there were no complaints. A milkmaid agreed the lights must be snuffed, that is unless you want to catch the silks aflame! She probably assumed all erotic deeds could only occur by candlelight. This is the definition of hope. It is self-interest. It is ignorance.
I’m trying to write the correct line. The line that punctures you like a needle knife through the upside-down V where your ribs meet. What is it that disarms you? you cannot say.
Where your lips should be there is a gag made of silk, originally white stained red. Then dark, almost brown—like shit from the amount of time you spent bleeding at the tooth. It would be best if you had been fighting to remove silk with the same fingers you use to pet.
A pause when a black cat stretches itself upward upon the picket fence. Try to watch for the tail, right to the woman, and all that is left is a man. Venus and Mars both carry scars. Mars has two moons, such is greed. Venus floats alone for always in solitude but secretly carries a thousand knowing globes under moot premonitions.
Everyone I know is looking for signs, a path, a righteous path. I expect that the signs that you send me through numbers are only to torment me, make me second guess, just as when we met. The first time I saw your face it was kind— I’ve held onto this part of you until forever. My only plea, is that you let me wrap you in my silk, one more time.
/but
She has relit all the candles. I cannot say who she is, she is inside of me. Is me. Is he. Is it. I’m alight and you are gone with the milkmaid who takes you underneath to keep the leash taught.
Cats hate leashes.
Your picket fence is aflame.
Put it out! Before I do.