taste like silk…

Another one of my drafts…I believe this poem is posted on my other blog but differently written. I highly attracted to the idea of being lost inside a lover…and what is it that draws me to the ways of the Japanese… Stunning & beautiful 

I found you
in the folds
of my kimono
entangled in my silk threading
we stayed wrapped awhile
among midnighted splendor
drank in the burn of saki
and sensuous poetry
my hair unwound 
and unclipped
fanned the expanse of your chest
as you wrote your love
inside the delicacy of my wrist
with oils and charcoal
and the scent of you
watching it soak into my skin
reminding us of the softness
of wind swept scents of the 
the cherry blossom trees
the feathered edges of color
mesmerized by your mouth
you tasted like silk
like every word I could love…
before I died a lover’s death