Silk

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Silk

The silk of your speech.

I am lost within

The touch of your touch;

The skill of your fingertips.

I’ll die tonight a small death in the dark.

Whisper how tender your desire is for my skin.

Let’s go.

It’s time.

You and I could be

Walking along a bridge, smiling. Gazing.

But we didn’t want that first glance.

We wanted tonight.

We missed the first sweet kiss.

We skipped the smile and the flirting eyes

And we came here today.

No embrace, no words.

The touch of your skin will be my hello.

The caress of your hands will be our first date.

The approach of your hips will be our first kiss.

Your being in my soul will be our communion.

And in the morning, we’ll let go.

I wish you luck in your future life. 

Thank you and goodbye.

©2012 Cassandra Huidobro