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THE MUSE
10-23

Tired soul and aching body,
sleep will not come to my toiling mind
Numb feet on cold pavement,
talking to the lonely moon pineing for my angel;
one to sing me to sleep
Lying in his arms
feeling complete
There is where I find my haven and comfort
I wnat to live in the curve of his neck,
smelling his masculinity and feeling his warm embrace
Soft blue honesty soothes my soul and makes the world melt away
Never enough time in the days flying by
I want to make 48 hours to each day for as to let him know my love for him
Never enough money to buy him material things
to let him see the world anew
Never the words that come to my mouth
to ever give him justice for the wonders that he is;
they always leave me when I see his face and shining eyes
Never an embrace or kiss deep enough
to show him how I long for more
Never enough time to know everything about him
Never a poet or epic couple in time that could ever show our love
Just a song in my heart and lilt in my voice
My cup runneth over because of him
that I would give him a taste of his own embrosia if I could
He is the breath of life I have longed for
finally able to reach the air after drowning for so long
He is my salvation
He is my song.

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for Benzel

L'amour toujours
~LP