poem: silk

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I am open to being your precious silken thread

open to being bound together in an intimate pattern

that is unequal in its own unique and natural embrace

becoming a tapestry yoked with joy and delight

the threads of you and I are

spun delicately

and woven intricately

the fabric of us grows little by little

ultimately to be transformed into something bigger

of grandiose proportion…

of fabulous worth

and is to be of extreme value

like a fine silk

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