"Inspiration"

For the muse in life.

We dance

creating slow sonnets of a seductive night,

hand in hand

melding into one memory

of feet tracing

pictures from our hearts.

Our bodies

silhouetted by the fire in our souls

as the soft seams of her dress 

whisper to the shadows.

Her hem reaching out

caressing my every motion, 

gently leading 

guiding me to her lips

Where I draw

Inspiration from the muse.

Reviews

[brenda]

sweet poem love this and love the message here !:)

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. beautifully written ... the words actually dance ... it's a sort of a waltz ... magical poetry that unravels magically ...