Musings on The Muse by Julian Shah-Tayler

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Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Insimile - poetry

call to me like a bird
and drown my senses
in soft clinging caresses
and wordless communion

dance to me like a fire
in flickering delight
consuming and illuminating
with tongues of flame

run to me in a river
crave emotions to the sea
in waves breaking over me
torrential and irresistible

bathe me like the moonlight
in shimmering strands
unravel my darkness
and banish my shades

embrace me like the smoke
that drapes its narcotic cloak
on my fragmented fantasies
and dreams them real

blanket me like the snow
that numbs my pain
and blesses my wounds
with its soothing glow

devour me like the end of the world
and grant me living oblivion
eternal and divine
in your celestial anodyne

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