Muse

I want to tell her
that every time it rains in the summer
I still think of her --
Those violent thunderclaps
remind me of her for eternity
wrapped up in her curls
for a just a moment
in this lifetime

But in the next
I will seek her out
and I will pour honey
into her mouth
and I will shout
my love
my damnation
from the mountains
and spaceships
and I will no longer be ashamed

Every day without her
is another kind of pain
I wish I could tell her
but California
has taken my tongue
and tied it
buried it in the desert sand
doomed without her
I've forgotten how to find it again

She is the muse
the one I will surely lament
when I take my last breath

Reviews

[Alexandra W]

This is very beautiful and painful. The diverse imagery gives me a feeling of searching and emptiness, and the last stanza is heartbreakingly powerful. Great job.