Cashmere Moon
A story in three parts: How it ends, the in-between, and a new beginning...
Act II
Silk, satin, velvet.
Nightfall draws a cashmere moon.
Hold a flame to it.
———
Then I
Behind velvet drapes
Soft as grapes, you pick and pull
For his dirt left stains.
•
Put on your silk slip—
The charming man's but a boy—
Liquid to the touch.
•
"If I had a dime...
"Your oxygen would run out."
Spoiled, A satin rose.
———
And III
I call on the Witch...
Goddess scorched in No Man's Land.
By oceans, She's Wind.
About the Creator
Ángel Sierra
Rhymes, riddles, and occasionally, she giggles.
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