a crow caws as a black cat points its tail at me wine colored lips recite a magical verse of enchanting words inducing days of red roses and oleander nights my soul is hers she has snatched my heart from me beguiled bewitched bewildered ‘ver since she cast a spell with an incantation in her poetry
they say the waves never stop caressing your footprints with a white dance of pirouetting ocean foam the breeze whispers your name through trembling palm leaves as coconuts gently fall constructing our love hut of a home
the moon told me she has never seen anything as brilliant as your eyes your adoring eyes she suggests I make our chats endless by squeezing the entire beach into a sun dial as immense as the sun rise
oh, to taste an orange sunset with you my pet as we swing in a hammock made just for two listen to the island sing a song encouraging me to stop fantasizing and ask my love do dreams really come true
Grateful for all the warm messages and wishes. Doing much better now. Thank you.
Now, let’s get back to poetry………my muse deserves that.
My muse is a prism for when she writes I see the other side of light As I read her words I become an unraveling knot That slowly comes undone If she knew how she brightens my darkness with her inspiring poetry my muse would understand she is a prism illuminating a spectrum of love deep inside of me