Classic Poem

Shall we dress in skin,
our living linen?
bone weft,
pull of masculine
into feminine,
the heft,
the warp, weave and spin
of carded days in

tightly-twisted thin
yarns that we begin —
like wool
like will , like has been ,
spoken to silken —
to spool:
thick bolts of linen,
skin to skein to skin.