Rumpelstiltskin's Chin
Let's redraw
the distance
between
your
silence
and my gaze.
Thirteen thirsty thorns
cushion
this infinitesimal path
of no return
whilst
I steal these syllables
from your
muteness
to
my hope chest
of oblivion.
Somewhere
on this
route
I have
left
you a
note.
I hope you never find it.
