She enchants me,
makes me miserable,
enriches my existence,
excruciating injury and comfort,
I anxiously wait,
my Muse.

She controls me,
devoid of pretext,
she slithers into me,
lurks into my depth,
tiptoes into my conscience.

She posses me,
I flare up,
my organs combust,
my spirit ignites,
the words fire out.


My moody Muse,
my temperamental ****,
Ill take her abuse,
and damage to the heart.