The Muse

I've met her methinks


much to my pleasure.


She arrived to inspire.


I plundered her treasure.

Unwritten

I am untouched.
Unafraid.
At your whim.

I am right where you'd have me:
Splayed out before you,
a willing sacrifice.
As much at your mercy
as you are at mine.

Wordless.
I beg
you to fill me.

Your hands gather me reverently.
Lowering your face to my center,
you breath in my intoxicating promise.

My ivory pages stir eagerly
under your regard.

I see the promise in your eyes:
No longer will I languish
unwritten.
You will me with words.

      Blade of grass glistens

Caught 'til Spring in Winter's ice


     Naught to do but wait