My Muse Awakens Me

She calls to me from within,
like the soft threads of loves first kiss,
stirring butterflies within my winterish shell.
Her voice, like a thin wisp of a warm breath,
gently caresses my introspective thoughts.

At first i hear her not,
clouded by my shivering and guarded pose,
sheltering in the warmth of her last visit.
I think her calling is merely an echo of my memory,
and i pay her no mind.

It is only in the stillness.
The silence.
I want to run,
to hide from her sweet intoxication.
I am frozen in her gaze,
as she shows her form.

I fight, though i know not why,
for her nectar is like no other i have known.
She haunts my every thought,
though i resist her temptations.
She taunts me, so tenderly perhaps i will weep,
until i fall, helpless at her feet

I breathe her in.
She is sweet and heavenly,
filling every sense I own.
I give myself to her completely
surrendering my will to her hypnotic gaze.
She envelopes me, tenderly,
speaking softly until i melt into her world.

Here i stand.
Broken, triumphant,
helpless and all-powerful.
She rises within me, breathing life into my barren shell.
I feel her strength well in me,
growing with each breath.
She has become me, and i her.
We are one.
We are….one…

My Muse Awakens Me

Tania Rose

SYDNEY, Australia

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