Mute route

Deaf from night'shollow whispers silk shawl cast aside,bare flesh musking muslin pillow,as we let it slide. like young girl's curlsmasking asking faces. You rest in oblivionstroking candied women delicate filigree phantomsbreathless in their brilliance. While I try to tame the tigerhush the rush of sweetness turn aside from logical explanationssee you as you want me to: a summer sorbetfresh with sun kissed satisfaction that crisp wisp of magnificencetipped to fly away: & I curb my riptide wordscries that wake me from my sleep why's & how's dulledby ice cold wine: follow your un mapped routeto a mute & foreign destination where nothing more is given awaybut time.