Chaining the muse to his glass desk.
The poet can write
with ease.
Deft fingers un-stitch
antique silver;
Twinning his soul...
Letting passion
ignite,
as essence flows
on reeds
*[magnus
opus]*
which bloom,
in each wound
laid bare;
As whispers
escape
her shade.
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC
Chaining the muse to his glass desk.
The poet can write
with ease.
Deft fingers un-stitch
antique silver;
Twinning his soul...
Letting passion
ignite,
as essence flows
on reeds
*[magnus
opus]*
which bloom,
in each wound
laid bare;
As whispers
escape
her shade.
