Just A Simple Musk-Filled Muse, Reaching For The Sun

This was inspired by Silent One's poem, "Prisoner Of Poetry" Let me loose the trellis that holds on to my roses weave every thorn I own around your open space I do not twine nor do I have a tendril to boast of but I do own beauty and the scent of Rose Khalid Let me penetrate your senses with my wildish ways cleaving shadows of your night, I will bring you day I am not a flower to be cast aside just like the rest take good care of me and I will surely bloom in May Let me be your muse's musk, powdery sweet like earth leaving trails of inspiration on your velvet book of love I am not a garden trinket nor your favorite rose my dear talk to me as if I were a prayer, written just for thee. For I am no longer a prisoner of your poetry Dear One just a simple musk-filled muse, reaching for the Sun...