The lips of my muse

The poem for my muse...

Kiss the eyes that look upon your face

Touch the heart of pain whose chest is sore

Sore from the heart beats that make my heart race

And hold the hand which carries yours.

For the love within this bleeding heart

Knows the way to a fiery start.

Striking a graceful pose above my bed,

Your arms give way and crumble you do by my head.

A bended kiss received from lips of fire

While catching a glimpse of heavenly desire.

An angel, a lover, the lips of my muse

That jumble my words and always confuse.

Reviews

[My Midnight Sun]

I was a tad confused toward the beginning but it completely hit me at the end. I LOVE the last few lines..they completely caught me by surprise. EXCELLENT!

[Zulie]

I love this poem! It's one of my favorite ones! Thank you for posting it. =)