Silken Sheets

She’s borne upon eight silent promises
Awaits along the edges of the veil
Pale silken strands of utmost flawlessness
Her anxious frame precisely posed and frail

Her gentle kiss will whisk away the sun
Shudder under her twitching lips’ embrace
Lie upon sheets most delicately spun
Motionless, in awe of her wicked grace

Ever so snug in linens taught and white
Who glided in and pulled upon her strings
Resists vainly with wounded fading might
Against her deftly crafted fabric, clings

Then she, extinguishing the candle light
Whispers, “Be still, oh beating heart, good night”


About corkedbottle

Hello hello. I'm a guy that likes to write and is really good at not writing. I've never thought of myself as a good writer, but it's fun, and I'll never get better if I don't write more!
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