The caress was like silk
Soft whispers along the arm
Barely a touch
A ghostβs kiss
Ephemeral delight
Moments later
The imprint still shivered
But like an afterthought
Or waking from a dream
And in that second
Desperate memory queried
Did that touch occur?
Silk moths weave a dream
Colourless and light
Disturbed by heavy touch
Brittle beauty
Just like that brief interlude
Wafting softly
On my skin
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
silky verses… soft, delicate, gentle, lovely.
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Nice…silkiness and smoothness in the reciting of this one. I don’t wear anything but silk to bed. It is like a second skin, and I can’t stand to feel restricted.
Silk is such a lovely fabric, I agree! Thanks so much!! π π
” Ephemeral delight” very nice π
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Sooooo lovely. It just flows over you as you read.
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Lovely, rich poetic experience. xx
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