Ceiling Silks

 We have been soaring together for years. She found me before I found her, but she was patient. She loved me from a distance until I was ready. But from the moment I allowed myself to love her, she has not let go. Entangled with each other from the silks on the ceiling to the silks in our bed. I am seen and heard and felt and wanted. I perform for them, but I am real for her.