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