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THE POET AND HIS MUSE

written by: TM DiSarro

@tmdisarro

 

The question seemed so simple
At the start of the affair
When a woman came to visit him
While he was writing there
Lost in rooms of shattered glass
Where love became as stones
The pieces of his poetry
Did cut him to the bone
She loved the words he spoke to her
And took them all to heart
Feeling need to give to him
Her darkness as if art
And though they were as written dreams
Of darker days gone by
She saw a glimpse of her desires
As freedom in his eyes
He asked her if she wrote as well
Then she unlocked her mind
Her feelings she would not hold back
No longer was she blind
For now she sees her poet lover
Writing on her soul
He brings to light the hidden things
They brilliantly unfold
With that she also gave her skin
As paper for his lust
Creating bonds of secret sin
That blossomed into trust
Now their words
Become foundations
Line by lovely line
The depths of conversation
Are as stories so sublime
Where truth is manifested
As if writings on the wall
And passion fuels the fire
For the poet in us all

 

©2018 TM DiSarro/MindScapes Publishing

TM DiSarro

TM DiSarro

I do not consider myself a writer but I love to write. Neither a poet but I love poetry. I steal bits and pieces of time to scratch out ideas on note books, laptops and cell phones. I live and work in Florida fabricating custom canvas and other fabric products and sometimes costumes.
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