To My Muse, My Nymph, My Orgy

While others write songs
About chasing pavements
And the mercy of love
I writhe and write
As I wait for you

“It’s hard to hope for something that may never happen.
But it’s even harder to give it up
Especially when it’s everything you’ve ever hoped for.”

Here’s what I wait for…

The crescendo of your hips
The vines of flowers in your hair
There is a poetry to your words
That lends an ethereal magic to the air
You are
The perfect woman
The perfect muse
Perfect in all your imperfections
Whining in soft tones
And intertwining in high whistles
Where did all the music go?
Why wouldst it retreat like so?
If not for you, there would be no notes
Nothing left in the bars of your bones
And the staff of your eminent figure
The treble of your voice
And the bass of your murmur
The context of your eyes
And the lines of your skin
Will it ought not be mine?
Just to touch
If only for an eternity.
The thread of your smile
And the squares of colors
I see in your fabric
Hangs loosely on your skin
And grips tightly to my aching heart
Never let me go
O Nymph of the Grey Waters
For how will I ever see again
When my light is taken away from me?

For all the world I trade it not
To hear the linger of your thoughts
Left alone in the bask sunshade
Let my night become your day
I would traverse the seas
In time and bare feet
Just to be near (yet blown away!)
From the sultry temptress of your sighs
Days gone by and nights within
Without the taste of fervent tries
To touch the sky
With your fingers wrapped
Around my trembling wrist
What punishment could be worse than this…
Feel of your unending bliss?

My muse, my nymph, my fervor galore
Please say it one more time, I implore
If it weren’t these galaxies that separate the time and place
I would gladly stumble and fall
Into your boundless grace

Let it linger, no, let it go
There can be nothing happier
Than this, my woe.