muse

solid oak brush.

cruel summer to your december flush.

vibrant paints you loved so much.

my skin akin to the memory of your blush.

you’d paint every crevice and every curve.

and by my throne, you swore to serve.

i gave you my lips and you gave me your word.

to be my vision when it threaten to blur.

your pools of ivory became my remedy,

your tone of honey became my reverie.

i danced to your climax as it became my melody.

you were the hero when the world was my enemy.

you’re not in death so at it’s behest, i refuse!

got drunk on you so i could walk in your shoes.

when two souls found each other in recluse,

i knew you’d be the painter, and i, your muse.