Halls of the Dark Muse

Black Velvet Band

I remember the touch of the black velvet band
lain against milky white flesh, soft upon the throat,
carrisive velvet wakens sweet sentiments,
while far away, the music plays and I dream
of gentle constraints which steel my breath
slowly away, inch by inch, my heart beats
the counts, of those drums which role across
distant hills. I smile to myself and close my eyes
while I drift upon these silken strands in which
I feel the water like a cloud drifting me away
through my delicately sinful dreams. In a moment
your eyes catch mine, and send me back to the
black velvet band which shut me away. How sparse
time can seem while riding upon an ocean of stolen
moments which shiver through me with those fleeting
memories tumbling down as so many feathers becoming
lost in the wind never to be grasped again. It all just slides
through my fingertips while I count the seven knots
in my black velvet band, for one last grasp
of the spectrum dancing across the water in the
eternal spiral.