If these silk walls could whisper

Of what thoughts would they gather to tell?

Surely they would cry, of stifled nights

Between legs held tight; locked in a loveless jail.


But with silence they’ve been charged

To keep the secrets of their forlorn mistress by day

And to keep the advances of strange men

At bay.


Although if granted the chance

I’m most certain they would

Petition for relief

From the drought they’ve patiently withstood.


These silk walls are

Ready to be knocked down.

Demolished by an intruder’s hand

Searching for dampness beneath the sand.