I have fallen

I have fallen into your folds -

beguiled by light and shade

enticed by incense of promise.

The gentle fragility of siren petals

tempts me close cheeked

to experiment with soft touch.

I have fallen into your folds -

a conspiracy of moment

holds me

as you unwrap from bud

flourishing, unfurled -

the drawing of newly laundered silk.

I have fallen into your folds

a shadow passing with the sun.