Summer muse

Summer Muse

Seeing the light from summer's morning sun

Cascade on your smooth caramel skin

through the open window

As the heat pours in

When we wake at Passion’s request

I understand why artists toil hours on end

Blood, sweat, and tears into canvas

Trying to capture the essence of their muse

Your body is the reason artist took to stone and chisel

Two dimensions could not embrace the raw beauty

Of the female form

Incise perfection, round, soft, firm

You’re the reason sculptors molded statues from clay

To be creators of goddesses

Observing your pulchritude

Feeling each supple curve under my hands

Kissing the lines of your form

You are the reason I write poetry

These emotions I have

living this passion between us

The sounds of our ecstasy

Deep sighs, rising moans

Like a symphony, Mozart would have composed

You are my Muse

You exquisite creature

an art form all your own

~Hope