Muse
she comes
to me
through
fading light
from
a ruthless
moon,
like
a ghost
from where
she reigned,
alive
and growing
like
a candle's
flame,
unleashed
cries
providing
the first
steps,
the shadows
of
her lips,
breathing
fresh passion,
i read
her beautiful
haunting
confessions.
Copyright © James Skinner | Year Posted 2022
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