Muse

 

One day.

I met my muse one-day.

One day I met my muse.

In his smile

(That reaches his eyes)

I find words that I don’t understand.

Didn’t.

Didn’t understand and now

Scream out meanings

To me.

Hands strong enough to move mountains

Move me—

Softly

Gently

To him.

The honey beautiful curves

Of his lips

Caress mine.

Soft like pillows or something else

Equally as perfect.

These words—

The ones I’ve just discovered I know—

Spill through my mind

Like my favorite song…

Over and Over

Again.

      

                   Kendal Ann Lamarand

 

 

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