by Sarah E. Azizi
(01/28/09)

in old English
seoloc
origin unknown,
though likely Slavic,
ultimately Chinese

spun for centuries
by spiders
to create webs, nests,
homes

secreted by silkworms,
to cocoon, hide,
wrap

possessing strength, elasticity

a sign of opulence

and found at the ends
of ears of corn,
thin, soft hairs
we peel away
to suck upon
sweetness.

the feel of your skin
my skin
the downy hairs
at the small
of your back,
the nape
of your neck,
rustling

between sheets.
is that you? me?
which hand rests upon my hip?
which thigh rides between?
which soft tongue runs the course
of valleys, rivers, hills?

Silk
the corners of your thighs

Silk
of the nightgown
you raise
of the hands that unwrap
my cocoon

of the scarf that ties
my wrists so that I am
offered to the hands

that touch,
climb into me
the silken mouth I ride,
to which I come home.

Silk --
O, do not let
the tiny webs
fool you.
their shiny homes
are not easily
broken.

do not forget
that I am flesh, blood
but in this cool night --
wrap me in silk.

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