seat of the muse

a place of childhood adventure

now re-imagined as an adult

the coming hours seemingly

scarier than the dinosaur skeleton

exotic creatures

in frames and glass cases

but only drawn to

the one standing boldly beside

you tilted your lovely neck to see

birds suspended overhead

while butterflies on the wall

watched us whisper and point

we walked hushed corridors

your skin brushing mine

possessed

by different butterflies inside

was it their beating wings

betraying me

that made you smirk

pulling me towards you

later the same hands

reaching out

as we cut across the park

desperate to get home

hands which tore 

at my clothes

caressing skin

and soft secret places

with them

I was remoulded

so fiercely 

I scarcely recognised myself

the only identification 

wild hair and wide eyes

flushed skin

and a silly smile