Silk Girl

I pull silk from between my thighs,

painfully replaying the female experience.

Every cry and shout heard plainly on my chest.

All the while, on the cliffs of my hips,

A woman swings her legs over the edge

dangles her future and flirts with trouble.

I want to pull her back from the edge,

To tell her not to bet away what’s been given to her.

Legs still swinging she whispers out to an endless valley,

“This is necessary”.

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