the
surface of my skin
has become
a map
and she
has begun
her voyage
the depth
of my soul
has turned
cerulean blue
and she
has taken
to the sea
the ache
in me
has become
a sound
and she
has begun
to sing
the life
that had seeped
from the
cracks upon me
has become
reborn
again
it is
something close to terrifying
the power
that this woman holds
she has
dug me up from the cold dead ground
and
brought me to life again
she
reaches into places
that had
ceased to exist
that
stopped breathing
lifetimes
ago
with the
touch
of her
graceful fingertip
she has
stirred
and
awakened me
I quiver
and shake
my body
writhes
at the
simple
introduction
of her words
she has
taught me
that the
power I hold
is more
than I
had ever
allowed
allowed
myself to be
allowed myself
to feel
she fills
me until I nearly explode
and then
she says, ‘let go’
she treats
me as if I honor her
when I am
stripped bare and begging for more
and rewards
me in ways that imagination
could not
ever possibly dream
endless
and without fail
I am never
far from her
I feel her
everywhere upon me
never left
alone
with a
skill that is driven by passion
a grace
that is driven by lust
she has
shown me what it means
to truly
feel alive
I would
eagerly bow in reverence
but she
would tell me, ‘no’
she would
tell me to stand before her
and look
her in the eye
then she
would take me slowly
until
ravaged I would simply scream
her name
would fall from my lips
and she
would kiss me into sleep
~for my muse~
Beautiful!
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