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For My Muse

Let me love you a little longer 

Let’s steal moments from the universe, 

 elude the desolation of this supposed reality 

and keep you in my temple.

Let me love you with clay and color. 

I want to see you again with my hands 

From a quiet contemplation.

Sculpt those brows 

where I have kissed you 

a thousand times.

Let me break the mirror of foggy desire 

and see you as you are with brush strokes. 

Those lips that have whispered poetry

 in the hour of a sleepless night 

Let me see them with my mind’s eye

one more time. 

Let me marvel at your beauty and 

Stay in this infinity of you. 

 
 
 
 
 
 
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