A heart eager to suckle
at the tip of her fiercely burning blade
as if it were the roots of life itself—
thus my heart beats wilder and wilder
feeling the exquisite burn sink deeper
through the ribs of my chest,
and my eyes brimming with desire
burst with pure tears
that spill like incense
into the furnace this lust.
The quivering center of my being
now shudders infinite
like an abyss of light,
a heart inside out torn open
into a flow of poetry and stars
eager to be graced
with the touch of her skin,
the caress of her breath.
Poetry like a sigh dies upon my lips
and becomes the silent breath
fluttering through city and forest
eager to rest in the dawn of her eyes.

To The Muse

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