Moonbeam loom your weft and woof
Does leave me a breathless beetroot
youth
The softest quilt, your sticky silk
Is all cocooning of my heart that melts.
In truth I haven't felt this way
Since I dived velvet chocolate caramel
And swam intoxicated days
Till my teeth sank into nougat quays
And mermaids, raised me on Patchouli
breeze
With magic made me divine wind.
Oh moonbeam loom, let me begin again.
At Ariadne's knee she learned
To weave the equinox's light
Into silver sheets and pearls
That hold souls warm and tight.
Oh moonbeam loom
Let me dye just one thread
Or know
I'd rather die instead.
I gaze though gauzes in my bed
No light to see by in your stead
But stumble blind in garden sheds
By scent alone to roses led
With searching fingers grasp their
heads
And push a dozen to my nose
But their touch is not of your ilk
As brick to Sapphire is
As water is to milk.
A rose cannot bind me like your silk.
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