Muse By Memory

Behold, my muse by memory, perceived in innocent immortality Yet ripened by a flash of intention. Two portraits of perfected persona preserved in montage of moments. O' those ruby hued lips kissing farewell the red of my rage. How I remember vividly your blush inspired lip-curl, An image so sublime, So surreal... It offers the lingering calm of a fading fever dream. And to speak of warmth... None exists more than your touch, A mere contact that radiates an ember from my core. And I am a slave to your allure, hopeless to your breath, as are my words. Freed by no escape less than your heart ravish me. Or my fearful hesitancy, stripped to vulnerability, And presented to the mercy of the you I remember immortal. O' my muse, In minds we circumvent time... but within mine... You inspire me eternal, And I shall love you always.