Silk handsIf ever somebody had hands like silk,Silk hands by CatalysticProperties
I never thought I’d hold them to my face.
Nor to my heart, which you have captured mercilessly;
I am a fly in your web, tangled in the silver strands
You weaved for me.
I am not trapped, however. How could an Angel trap
A beast like this? A creature such as I cannot be bound
By silver ropes, rather
Will come quietly to you
In the night, when the stars are sleeping
We lay, wordless, tears and soft sobbing our only language.