The Creator

Muse,
is the name they shackle to you
but you are more
and so much less,
with a mouth that could never be tender
I made it so.
soft,
just like the flesh hiding
underneath your clothes.
You've always been
this child of greed,
but with my colorful spools
and fingers full of pain,
I molded a man.
and now,
you reside
a giant in my chamber,
in my mind.
Your eyes of shadow
can be so cruel
and your posture so perfect
that thin skinned heels
and hearts,
so fragile
seem so implausible
when in the dark
beauty pulsed
under my sweet lips
for with my mouth
I kissed each flaw away
and thought that was enough.
Foolishly.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Amazing how you create such independent lines and phrases that all flow together into one crystal glass. Here you speak of creating and creation, moving in you and through you... pouring out through your words for us to see... Such a depth and darkness to this piece...

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Again your words are amazing and really creative... what i love is you show that in reality we are own owe muse for no matter what pours out it comes from deep within our minds and heart. Bravo!!

[Janice Ann]

Very great write. I love the emotion and the journey your words take me on. It sure does make you think! Great job!

Janice Ann

[The Cougar's Den]

Oh my God...your writing grips my heart when I'm reading it, roams through my psyche when I'm not, and makes me think, feel, and crave more! Love, love, love what you write, girl! Great job!

[DavidRyan]

I'm in love with your writing. And it is extremely official. The only thing I would change about this is in the 19th line you say "You eyes of shadow" and I'm thinking you meant to say "Your eyes of shadow". Maybe not. Either way, this is another great poem and I'm quickly adding you to someone I have to read consistently .

[Jordan Madrid]

Very interesting. Good. I was thinking about the same thing the other day, except in reverse.