Silence

I own a simple silent room

gilded red browns and tapestry hung to the walls of my draping thoughts

and soft yawns to my bare brown bosom

soft whispers to slice blood red into ribbons

left dangling in shimmering draft

In this priceless museum of sighs

each warming measuring clings

like flames beyond reach of the flickering

flames beyond reach of my eyes

Silk falling strands weave jacquard wisdom and much

I own a silent room where smooth ebony wood becomes water to touch.