Posted by: Ron DuBour | July 23, 2014

“Muse”~by Leon A. Walker




She dances for me-
just beyond my reach.
In a sinful séance,
igniting the raging flame…
The rose weeps,
when the vixen surfaces.
Sparkling with madness;
she sings of my seduction.
Peeling away my powers-
to discard within the fire;
she holds me captive,
and pleasures in my rise.
Lifting the blindfold-
from the landscape of my mind;
she kneels before me,
savoring the visions touch.
Her hair as my reins;
she gallops me to water-
releasing me to drink,
from the cool well of dreams…

© Leon A. Walker – From my book “Equinox”

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