Every great artist has a muse
Some have two or more
But I have you
And that is enough for me
For, from your lips
Cherry blossoms sprout
Pink and curved as new ribbons
And from your eyes,
Rain falls
Salted as tears
From your hips, I paint mountains
With swirling peaks
And your voice is a bird's song
Which I write of now.
You are my muse
My inspiration above all earthly things
You are divine
As all muses are
I only wish we had more time
YOU ARE READING
Gentle Reminders of You
Poetryoh, reader, my reader, please don't hate what you are about to read they come from a part of me deep inside buried beneath blood and flesh warped in anger and weeping challenged in love changed in trust bound by hope and they are yours
