Unamused by the Muse

Félix-Nicolas Frillié – Kiss of the Muse

 

He was a memory of light 

a fragment of her soul, so grey

A hand held in time recast

though life was lost in her grasp

 

Years echo in the ache

of a passion she had forsaken

His whisper a candle’s wish

when her pen teases the paper

 

A soul’s kiss upon quiet lips

she begs for more, needing less

Desires duel, slashing her dreams

The victor crowned in poetry

 

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