I fill you You hold me up Reflections As above, so below Flowing, spirits at play basking in the moonlight A connection that remains when words are unspoken The waiting, the arrival one kiss – a token that means everything ### Photo by Elizaveta Dushechkina from Pexels
I do not ask, And yet, you give freely. As you receive, You do so willingly. And the dance we share gives her nourishment and the Muse his inspiration. We fill each other’s cup back and forth, an improvised act of kindness of a shared language only we speak. And at the end of the… Continue reading “To My Muse” (A Poem)
Miniatures inspire a childlike fascination, and when you admire them, it makes you appreciate their fragility, as well as your own.
I leash, You lead. One larger circle protecting the smaller. Interlocked at the hips and at the lips. Lightning strikes; We exhale. Ravenous exploration; Breathing wind to sail. Pen stroke as delicate as the rings on the clavicle – the tiniest licks forming a crescent moon and stars, the Libra scales on my arm, counterweights… Continue reading “I Leash, You Lead” (A Poem)