You say "Get off your **** and write..."
Don't you see...?
I cant bring myself
to write about anything else
anymore,my Busy Bee...
I seem to be able
To write only about You...
Because you are my Muse
And i am your artist...

I want to write...
About embraces...
Open ended wet kisses...
Sparkly eyes and beautiful fingers...
And Boom...
words fill my head with visions...
Clumsily they fall
Into a beautiful mess..
Like bumbleBEEs flying
From a beehive...
Escaping their cerebral prison..
Turning You into a poem..
And so I let them escape...
Hoping maybe you could feel them..
Let them touch You..
Even though you wonder
What to do with them...

I can't bring myself
to write about anything else
anymore..my Busy Bee...
I seem to be able
To write only about you...
because you are my Muse
and I am your artist...

And what good is an artist without its muse? ❤