Mi True Musa

my muse
is not my
wife

i would
like but
she is

more then
twice my
age younger

a smile
raising
more

warmth
then a
sunrise

eyes
that shine
animalistic

mystically
hypnotizing
me

but breathing
the poetic
breath

that all
great muses
do

and
she
does
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Pigeon Tart Avatar
April 9, 2019 at 8:45 AM
"all that great muses do ~ and she does" ;o*
Connelly Avatar
April 10, 2019 at 10:49 AM
Beauty on a dream you never wake from...DEATH jajaja. Thanks Maureen.
Pigeon Tart Avatar
April 10, 2019 at 8:58 AM
They say, never say never. But there is beauty in a dream you never wake from.
Connelly Avatar
April 10, 2019 at 8:14 AM
What can I say but... I'm in love. Truly hopelessly in love. I know because I will never see the fruit from the tree; other than photographs and poems I receive.
Pigeon Tart Avatar
April 9, 2019 at 12:49 PM
Neither did I. I was between a whistle and an exhaling utterance appreciation...
Connelly Avatar
April 9, 2019 at 9:50 AM
I don't know what to say Maureen.
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