Any Shape You Take, My Muse
Comely muse, take your shape--
Demure and dulcet, be my escape;
Hold tight your evocative position
Flawless art craves your rendition;
Your fetching pose a mystery to all
An ingenue over slaves in a thrall;
Who you are is of certain paragon
Your elixir eyes bring only halcyon;
Remain aloft forever in bungalow
I will tame the flames held below;
Your silent eloquence fills my view
Lissome and lithe, I'd die for you;
February 23, 2016
Copyright © Sam Jameson | Year Posted 2016
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