On satin wings
Your love
has built up
soft layers
over the many years
we have bonded
flesh to flesh
creating a cocoon
in which we both
comfortably rest
and yet occasionally
take wing together
escaping through
a small hole in the bottom
me still growing
as a long caterpillar,
and you sailing high
on two wet flaps
that clasp the air
pulling me into flight.
silky and soft
these layers are,
spun into memories
that rival
that finest treasures
ever uncovered
and spent.
