Wistfully Wilting

words have weight; so can i

carved like ivory
skin of silk
cut, taped pages
models of milk

perfect purity
ripe off the vine
sweet like candy
but only apples refine

poison opinions
venomous snakes
tip the scale
make no mistakes

slip of the hand
slice of a blade
innocence taken
watch flawless fade

stretch of the skin
white stripes of the tiger
birth of a child
fluff filling fiber

sleepless nights
eyes of the moon
wrinkled smiles
aged too soon

elastic
and made to expand
to carry the future
not defined by waistband

words carry weight
cut like knives
or butter the skin
even used silk shines