muse

By: Shelbi Henny

In the rapture 
of lingering disposition
I study the vulnerability 
that surface into pure ecstasy
we endure raw intimacy
falling into believes that cradle
cracked heart that forms words of wisdom
confessing the truth about how distant I can be
I learn that time can only heal
you feel to good to me
when the arch becomes drowning
then how can we last past this encounter
rolling in misty waters 
I seep and you drown 
further into tides that mask 
your glory 
you know me to well 
to find places that exist in fable scales
please accept my surrender
as you make me your muse

 

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