fine silks
(after seeing Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon)
under an aching arc of sky
in the shadow of the desert
your tented home welcomed
your fleetness
waited
waited
on the wind she came
on the wind
blew a white heart
in the heat of your fire
heat of your fire
the leap of flames
lit rich tapestries
she’d sewn with fine silks
fine silks
you were young
lithe and strong
heady was the love
the love
no world but this
when nights were lit
with a million stars
million stars
and when at last
she flew from the bridge
free in the gusting
grey cloud wind
cloud wind
you caught her soul
all twined in fine silks
fine silks
Pim Claridge