Silk & Ash

Power once draped me like silk —
until your fire made it ash.

I wore the night like a velvet crown,
but craved the hand that laid it down.

My name was known,
my grace rehearsed —
but your gaze cracked
the gilded verse.

You moved like smoke in satin rooms,
where silence bloomed
and truth resumed.

Not all who touch me leave a mark —
but you lit a fire,
then walked the dark.

I kissed the game and bowed to none…
but once,
with you,
I wept —
and called it love.