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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