The Silken Cocoon Poem by Gordon Merritt

Perfection…
wrapped in a silken cocoon
Oh how I await the beauty that emerges
when the silken cocoon is shed
Glorious in her new finery
Angelic beauty
Tender as the petals of a rose
Fragile as a snowflake
to melt at my touch
Like cool water
wet on my tongue
Sating my thirst
An oasis in this desert prison
I will drink of her love
Gorge myself on the fruit of her passion
fulfill my hunger
Cool myself in the shade of her being
And, as the night turns into day
I shall again feel the heat
The fire of need in my soul
The memory of her touch
The longing for the night
And the silken cocoon