my muse

you are my muse

when i am musing

i muse about you

nine goddesses, the daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne, who preside over the arts and sciences.

before my eyes you are no longer human

a woman, or a force personified as a woman, who is the source of inspiration for a creative artist.

before my eyes you are barely a woman; a force

you are the reason my mind keeps moving

you are not just my inspiration but also my motivation

my captivation

you are my true and only temptation

pull on your leggings, shift your shoulders

there is such a fixation on you

you draw my attention and i long to draw you

you dont realize, not a single pound to be dropped.

dropp.ed

in my musings, where you reside, i must force your lips to part

your cough is dry and dusty

your skin is bruised and you are scared

you are my muse.

i fear to break your bones

i press the button so lightly

the picture snaps so quietly

the moment is captured so softly

i can grasp onto a picture

my muse is a sculpture

she is marble -- strong and solid

my muse loves me

my muse is mine; all mine

she is the body of a goddess

a mind full of wit

you are my muse

you musnt be afraid

you must see what i see

you must see what you inspire

i think you are beautiful.

Photos: (c) Arthur Meehan