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Muse : a love poem

Updated on January 27, 2012
Italian Vinyard
Italian Vinyard

Muse


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


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    • the pink umbrella profile image

      the pink umbrella 4 years ago from the darkened forest deep within me.

      this made me tingle. wow.

      http://hubpages.com/@stormoverdestiny

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      JayDeck 4 years ago from New Jersey

      Thanks Pink! I appreciate that.

      -J

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      Jennifer 4 years ago from New Jersey

      beautiful. and that is one lucky muse

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