Love Bringeth Life -
She couldn't live as a verse anymore,
She needed to be more than perfume on a pen,
more than a lovely dream for a hungry man,
to be touched beyond the torch
of twilight cool inspiration,
the Poet must give Her a body to behold,
to rescue Her from the curse
of a ghost feathered quill,
born of a bold blooded Angel
She will become Muse made warm woman real,
elegant as rose petal feel,
Her ancient thirst,
no longer slaked with ink of stellar burst,
the art of love will live
within the skin that She has suffered to win,
to parade through paradise
with a victor's pulse to survive,
Poet and Muse fused to sharpen
flame to flesh as lovers kiss the forbidden -
J.A.B.
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