The Muse
The vision of thy beauty
Elicits voyeuristic tendencies
Within my mind’s eye
Thy form instills artistic impulses
As my hands sculpt your likeness
With emotional accuracy
To my lips I add the song
Written to the music that is emanated
With every movement of thy being.
My muse of life and love
Come sit for me once more
So that I may cover my final mental canvas
With the blood and tears of my heartache
And alas I shall write my final sonnet
In reverence to thy splendor
And my mortal sin to covet thee
Copyright © Thomas King | Year Posted 2013
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