December 2009
74 posts
To You My Muse
kevinharling1:
To remain mute, silenced by night’s ink, is unbearable, these pen hands trembling at the mere notion, I cannot hold back the wind for my heart would sooner stop beating. Poetry has overwhelmed my senses, the poem my breath, each word a deeper line carving its way into my flesh, searching for your soft and tender folds, to envelop your skin, to taste your mouth. You are the muse...
