Mute route

Deaf from night’s

hollow whispers

 

silk shawl cast aside,

bare flesh musking

 

muslin pillow,

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 curb my riptide words

cries that wake me from my sleep

 

why’s & how’s dulled

by ice cold wine:

 

follow your un mapped route

to a mute & foreign destination

 

where nothing more is given away

but time.

 

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