SILK WOMAN The silk which she loves flows against her skin, the white silk spun from a cocoon of words, spun and shimmering in her dark eyes against dark skin which tells her who she is and who she is not, am I the moth inside her mouth where words form, silk cocoon dark skin against the words of need I did not say love until which of us can tell I cannot who is the spinner who, the moth who, the silk. Alan Fox