with the onset of this cool night

memories of a cashmere shawl emerge

black and tan in color

soft like silk of course

a beautiful work of art

that unfortunately a horde of moths devoured

but before they ate their fill

I wore it that one last time

still damp after a bath

wrapped in its warmth

as that fellow of mine

massaged my neck and remarked

this cloth in that color against your skin

makes you look like a forest fawn

so soft so sweet so guileless but

he added as he reached beneath the shawl

I do know you otherwise

yes that night may have been the night

the moths were able to indulge themselves



~ by justmorgan on September 20, 2012.

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