Muse ... a poem

Muse

I want to 

make you sweat

Inspire the notes

that drop and drip

onto a music staff

Treble and tremble

'til you play a song 

motivated by me

I want to 

light the fire

Make you burn

red strokes of heat

across a bare canvas

yellows and oranges and golds

of wet paint that leak creativity

but dry as a masterpiece

I want to 

flip the switch

Create electric imagination

that courses through your veins

shocks your nerves

sparks your senses

and leaves your skin hot

with frenetic energy

I want to be the something

that produces anything

and becomes your everything

I want to be your muse.

~cdw~

03/25/14

embrace ... a poem

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embrace

You told me not to hold you tight

but what was I holding on to?

When we embraced, I squeezed your waist

You told me not to need you

I buried my face in the center of your chest

Inhaled and tried to breathe you

I shut my eyes ‘til I saw spots

Determined not to leave you

But hugs can only last so long

and what good do they lead to?

A forehead kiss? I was dismissed.

I should have taken heed to

your warnings that said, “loosen your grip.”

Your worried gaze deceived you

I ignored that look; I thought it love

and now I’m left to grieve you.

~cdw~

09/04/13