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Muse : a love poem
For that moment I was more.
You were every day sublime,
every word transcendent.
Ours was a balcony
and otherworldly pastorals.
We bathed in Love’s Philosophy,
as the chalky-white, chipped
porcelain tub caught the daylight
on cast feet tinged with gilt.
That night, unheard melodies
played about your nude form,
lit by the moon through airy drapes.
For that moment you were all I knew
and all I needed to know.
© Jay Decker 2012 All Rights Reserved