Our Muse

a small black spot carefully engrafted
between your ear and your cheek
creating a small road
divided by a narrow patch of skin
ever so gently caress by your smooth
fingers laced with a trace of warmth
graceful in their movement
hair grazing your neck
intertwining onto your fingertips
jokingly teasing us
kiwi colored teardrop dangles from your ear
longings of our hungry hearts
muted desires
no more realistic then before
our hands write these verses
pocketed inside dreams
quilted from a million other dreams
random expressions of foolishness
surrounds our smiles
tousle together in our
urge to convey
valentines that makes our heart aches
washed away into bits and pieces of
xerox copied love notes
you leave us, our muse
zealous poets with endless words


Poefusion ABC poems