Mute route

Deaf with night’s hollow whispers
silk shawl cast aside
bare flesh masking muslin pillow
love untying caution’s ribbon

as we let it slide
like young girl’s curls
masking asking faces.

You rest in oblivion
stroking candied women
delicate filigree phantoms
breathless in their brilliance

while I try to tame the tiger
hush the rush of sweetness
turn aside from logical explanations

see you as you want me to,

a summer sorbet
fresh with sun kissed satisfaction
that crisp wisp of magnificence
tipped to fly away:

& I plug these riptide words
the cries that raise me from my sleep
why’s and how’s dulled with ice cold wine
follow your unmapped route

to a mute and foreign destination
where nothing is given away
but time.

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