Muse

Muse

 

Only her breath
and the sound of the sensuous echo her voice
and her well chosen touch
the sensitive way she moves and her wet kiss

she can easily sit or lie doing nothing, simply stunning a graceful suit

she was so much more than the span of my arms, stronger than my faith of being insecure,
indifferent

her small fingers between my legs
and her delicate head in my heated stove, my peaceful lap,
my only heart

she was so much more than a tear,
more than a fleeting movement, a cigarette length

always remaining realistic, –SHE–
15 meters above the ground brilliant, excellent,
the doubled twitching of my limb

she, she was,

she was so much more than being good
or being evil.