Silk And Bone

Made of silk and bone, 

Seeing with Honey’d eyes,

The world as a beautiful place, 

Only to realize,

that it is not made for softness,

That is demonized.

It haunted her,

So she prayed for magic to crystalize.

Please she said,

I’m hungry for more than the superficial,

Find me a muse that is an original lyrical,

Let me unpack my softness,

Let it be visible.

At the pinnacle,

Someone to share the spiritual.

Atypical. 

Then,

Let him welt my hunger with his searching eyes,

Let him kiss me,

Hold me,

Have his way with me,

And let the silk run into my bones.

Making me whole,

Bringing my displaced soul,

Back into it’s celestial,

home.

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