bombyx mori: a love song for shawn

the talking beat beneath my feet is love.
it takes me through the thrash of day and night,
the ticking tocks of clocks in silent rooms,
unwinds the bind, recalling something new

we met online, t’was women seeking same.
we talked at s’nice, the coffee shop on eighth
she liked my shirt. i liked her honest face.
her easy laugh, my awkward rambling on

entire nights were spent with just one thought
her lips on mine, entwined, our senses taut
we ate the chouchun leaves of heaven’s tree
cocooned in pupal casing spun of silk

if she could see inside my mind
imbued with visions dark and unrefined
she’d find a space for her, unmarred with pain
i knew before she knew, but that’s okay.

© 14 february 2009

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