Photo credit: Awakening by Michelle Tressa
To know her is like deja vu
discovering for the first time
what I already knew
she is a butterfly
breaking her cocoon
she is a gun fight
at high noon
she is a poet
longing for a muse
a muse adored
by many a recluse
insatiable desire
a sunrise bursting from within
to manifest passions on feverish skin
a Queen cat drawn
to her natural prowl
revealing
like fresh from a shower
in nothing but a towel
yet never fully vulnerable
nor overexposed
only trying to become one
with the Goddess within
she instinctively knows
she is a gun fight at high noon she is a poet longing for a muse..
ReplyDelete...wow! another debris from renovation palace.. i could embrace and feel how's that person worthy living in this universe...very nice...you are so brilliant theron a treasure could keep. thank you for all all of this.. you help inspire us. i hope we could more keep on hearing lots of poem from you.
-ron let me say it one more time.
"you. are...a blessing" (;
Wonderful! And yes...the gun fight at high noon...loved that!
ReplyDeleteyou move me deeply, your muse defeats me... in my resistence to love. thank you.
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