Get Away

Turquoise silk and silver thread

A decadent shawl that you have left

I link it to the golden foil upon these Balinese masks

Parts of my comforting memorials to days we wish could have last

Your picture is framed in fancy sandlewood

Shells that captured the breeze upon that tropical beach

They sit in a crafted bowl woven by timeless imagination

Plaiting faint chiming rhythms of the angklung

And I step out of these four walls

Return to those erotic twists and turns

In a place of blissful ecstasy

While the world around us burns