Dupioni

My head between
my raw knees
the plush carpet beneath
Ten yards to the bolt
of printed silk
unfurled before me
then slithered around my body
I am petrified
I exhale an inhale
that long ago swathed your back
A breath has many implications
My heart beats in your palm
at the rate we reel
Your long slender fingers
begin to unravel the delicate thread
that we have weaved
For this to be true love
we both must die