Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

The Muse


One bite of your neck, was more than I deserved; my muse.
You were so open, with words so smooth; my muse.
You eased the tension from my body, like it were a playhouse; my muse.
Even Neptune himself, could not have been treated any more a king; my muse.
Your semaphorism* a constant tease, a hook, a drug; my muse.
A paradoxical stalemate of wanting, but never having you; my muse.
But in reality, you are a thief; my muse.
I have been stolen, and am lost in you.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt – foreignConstant; and also; Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #159,Words: bite, smooth, open, deserve, paradox, semaphorism (n.) a conversational hint that you have something personal to say on the subject but don’t go any further—an emphatic nod, a half-told anecdote, an enigmatic ‘I know the feeling’—which you place into conversations like those little flags that warn diggers of something buried underground: maybe a cable that secretly powers your house, maybe a fiberoptic link to some foreign country.), tension, playhouse, neptune, stalemate, muse, thieves

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12 thoughts on “The Muse”

  1. as Michael said, the repetition really brings it all together, and you’ve used these wordles in a really creative way! how wonderful this reads Sarah 🙂

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