My midnight muse
Vanished in flame
The candles melted
Her perfume remains
She drank all the gin
Her lipstick on glass
Well past midnight
Dressed in black.
The room is littered
With half forgotten verse
Alcohol stains
Poetic curse
She smoked the cigarettes
Ashtray overturned
But left her coat
An excuse to return.
When her desires
Burn again
Passion in depth
Open and plain
Her kiss to tingle
Upon each word
Her burning body
Her face is blurred.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments2
I love this noir depiction of the muse and her disappearance and anticipated return it is lovely and a fave
most kind, thanking you and much appreciated
You are most welcome
Love the playful rhythmic sound and words. Beautiful
very kind, thanking you and much appreciated
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