My Muse
Right there,
staring into my brown eyes
as I undress my emotions of past pain.
You hold me,
reassure me -
your perfect timing.
Right there
at my almost worst,
wishing to quench my thirst
of heartache and unwise decisions,
overthrown by predicted truths -
these moments, needing you the most.
Right there,
smiling back,
in complete utterance of the words I never said.
Caressing my wounds,
as if you saw them break, out of control.
Oils to my body, you heal me,
a gift from God, to Him be the glory -
Oh, my beloved muse.
02 January 2023
sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Copyright © Izintombi Zamambo | Year Posted 2023
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