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Milias's Muse

Milias’s Muse She was an epicurean To Milias's cynic She sought pleasure in ordinary Things. Her hair was scarlet Long with large curves: A winding labyrinth. A true delight For a Pre Raphaelite Milias's vision was to climb up her Hair; into the depths of her illusions. Milias painted her scarlet hair Days on end; Mixing aryclic On a palette. Her stillness in a coffin Was meant to bring Ophelia Into life: Tragic creation of Shakespeare! Instead she was a lady of her own Her scarlet hair all her own. Milias' s Muse and an epicurean In a coffin. Her luchious lips Seeking pleasure in Exotic food and the artist's flesh. Her half open eyes Absorbing all the beauty in Milias's palette: Rosy in hue like Her illusions: Her illusions transformed into visions; Milias was no longer a cynic but a Romantic.

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