Mute route

Deaf with night’s hollow whisperssilk shawl cast asidebare flesh masking muslin pillowlove untying caution’s ribbonas we let it slidelike young girl’s curlsmasking asking faces.You rest in oblivionstroking candied womendelicate filigree phantomsbreathless in their brilliancewhile I try to tame the tigerhush the rush of sweetnessturn aside from logical explanationssee you as you want me to,a summer sorbetfresh with sun kissed satisfactionthat crisp wisp of magnificencetipped to fly away:& I plug these riptide wordsthe cries that raise me from my sleepwhy’s and how’s dulled with ice cold winefollow your unmapped routeto a mute and foreign destinationwhere nothing is given awaybut time.