Virtual Mute

and if I set you down            
what would you give                
for me to pick you up                
you’ve been my muse                
with all the time we’ve just virtually spent                
I’m tipping from engaged to less enthused                
are you a moth with wings that                
singed the light                
am I a mass of peonies                
unseen                
we sliver as the moon reflecting night                
are figments of the shadows                
we’ve redeemed                
perhaps it’s safer written on the screen                
and counted in the views within our minds                
the curvature of font’s impassioned dream                
in verses speculating love we’ll find                
you’ve got to be as tired as I of weak                
I'm hoping soon that numbers learn to speak