Silken Vines

I remember when 

my hair fell , curtain like 

around my body.

caressing my naked flesh

with its silky weight .

I used to hide 

beneath silken darkness.

My breathing was slow and quiet

as I slept in the safety

of its warmth.

Now I am bare as the trees in Winter 

beautiful still,now stronger and less soft

The whiteness of my flesh 

has only clothing as its cover.

My neck,exposed

so long and pale.

Shoulders awaiting my lover's kiss

where once I was touched

 by silken vines.