Creations

Words have thy drained
Shrouded in the Muse’s veil.
To hurt me;
What promoted thee?

Have thy bracketed me forever
My Muse?

Show me the blue horizon of words,
Drag me through thy horizons of rainbow.
Let me dwell on thy bower, for ever and ever.

Unclothe,
Let me sup thy nectar of virginity,
Let me know the truth of life.
Let me sleep on thy laps and muse.
And know the depths of emotions.