Temptations Of A Muse II
what does a Muse do,
when they fall in love with their poet,
trembling at the thought of real flesh?
suspended in a shimmer,
dangling from a glimmer,ever gently grazing,
barely there dancing in a quiver,
passing through a lightening bolt,
a glint of something to remember,
a dart,a fleet,a flicker
a love affair forever.
why would they let go,
an enticing way to flow,
embracing all the pleasures of humanness –
temptations of desires,mystical heaving fires,
the longing to embrace like Psyche and Eros(?)