Sunday, 27 November 2011

• A Conversation with My Muse

  There are cosmos in your eyes, she says to me as we lay side by side, fingers entwined.

  You just lit a supernova inside my head, I say pressing her fingers to my lips.

  She smiles and worlds crumble, I know; there’s planetary goo oozing from your eyes.

  It’s yours for the taking, my muse, I say.

  But then what would you build with if I took back what I’ve given? She asks.

  Nothing; I need build nothing for as long as I have you, I say.

  Her smile falters, fails; and I have led the lamb to slaughter, a wolf in disguise.

  And this lamb let you lead her to slaughter, because I am nothing without you, I say.

  Yes, but you were happy before me, she says as planetary goo drips from her lashes.

  I shake my head and smile; I was a hollow void you filled with light and life, never regret that.

  But it is a false light, the light of stars and the moon – light that falters and fails without a sun, she says.

  You are my sun, and I am the moon; the real wolf here is me, I say.

  We have both taken from the other; you my brilliant ideas, me your life and sanity, she says.

  And I gladly traded all of that for just a taste, a touch, a sip of the beauty you inspire, I say.

  She smiles and kisses me upon the lips, and I have traded my fame for a taste of love.

   

   

  Adoration is beautiful only when love encompasses the spirit.

   

   

  **Inspired partially because of Thor.

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