My Muse
Diamond dust skin
shimmers in the moonlight.
Luminescent eyes
reflect
the stars fire.
While fragrant lips
of cherry blossoms
entice my senses -
you are my muse,
in the darkness of night,
you are my muse
in the sweetness of dreams,
you are my muse
in the reality of life
you are my muse,
always,
my muse.
Copyright © Ian Kilfoil | Year Posted 2011
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