notapoet

The Muse

Vision of thy beauty

Elicits voyeuristic tendencies

Within my mind’s eye

 

Thy form instills artistic impulses

As my hands sculpt thy likeness

With emotional accuracy

 

To my lips I add the song

Written to the music that is emanated

With every movement of thy being.

 

My muse of life and love

Come sit for me once more

So that I may cover my final mental canvas

With the blood and tears of my heartache

 

And alas I shall write my final sonnet

In reverence to thy splendor

And my mortal sin to covet thee