The Muse (standard:other, 1085 words)
Author: KShaw	Added: Mar 26 2006	Views/Reads: 3337/2278	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Not new, just reworked...till the next time...it's just her latest visit.

Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story

not, it seems you are happy to tease me with your soft purring voice, 
telling me, 'I've got you, you'll never be lost again, I'm holding you, 
go if you must, live your false life, but your head is mine and when 
you come home I'll show you throat sighs, skin tight softness, and 
undressed clefts designed by God himself.' 

You'll be so incredible to me, but somewhere, something of what you are
will be alien, something not judged by superficial standards, or moral 
ethics, something incredibly dirty and known only to the tramp in you. 
The Amazonian woman one never finds without deep exploration. The kind 
of woman won on a one hit moment. I cannot lay my head down without 
you; seeing only the edges of things, living in some interstellar space 
between you and what is real. I love you from my nerve ends to my brain 
cells and I'm damned if you shouldn't accept the blame of all that you 
are, all that I fear, and all you shall yet mean to me. I love you so 
very much, so absolutely and forever. 

I will be a better writer, a more special human being because of you.
You are the most loved, the most treasured being of any kind. You are 
mine. I want to write letters about you to the world, reach out to 
those who don't have love to keep them safe, or warm, and help those 
who love less, inspire those who cannot say what is in their heart. I 
can, I can say what is in my heart.  I've learned a new language and 
that language is all you are to me. 

I wait to find out, to experience, to absorb you into my life, the whole
steaming, sizzling, churning, communion of knowing you. I'll never 
finish it, never read the last chapter, never write an ending to what 
you are to me, no, never. 


Tweet