Sunday, November 24, 2013

Without question

Intent without question


you make me ache


Crafted care


diligence to result


A fine specimen of woman


chiseled and making me hard


 I want with a fierce desire


I want without guilt or shame


I know it might seem shallow


but you know the depth of the ache


You feed me pieces, traces


knowing the fire that stirs


For that I thank you


and in reverence


I rise


with a need that must be heard~
~for my muse~

1 comment:

  1. "I know it might seem shallow" seems like a moment's hesitation that undermines the boldness of the speaker's proclamation. The speaker is all of a sudden vulnerable and soft and it makes the poem all the more appealing.