Silk written by Natalie Crick at



written by: Natalie Crick


The houses are frozen,
Caked with white ice

In the eternal half-light
Of a full moon Winter night,

The wind a piercing star; it tumbles
And glances leaves across the lawn.

The light shines through.

We let in only as much
As we can bear.

The first moment your skin touched mine
After a hard rain

Your lips had the sheen
Of silk.

Grace never kisses
The darkness or the empty place.

Shadow eats up every thought
Of imperfection.

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