Incidental Story

Step softly over this silken knot; Ease into this particular caress.. I have a story Written slowly on cloth of gold.. The wrappings shimmer sightlessly Around the nearest ornamental Diary. And then, we wonder as we read Who earns such gifts as nonchalonce..? For effort lost we all expire Into an alien heat To find someone especially sacred. Ending in historic settlement Legitimized or notarized As each becomes unrecognizable With no one especially primal In an overlong embrace... But sacrificial relatives Abound in every Storybook; And your turn, My cold young lover Is waiting to be taken... Write carefully.