Muse | StoryPoem | Todd Crawshaw
15
Sep

Muse

In a cloud of feathers, she spreads down on me. Her presence is soft. My body is hard. I voice my feelings in reds, emote yellows, and tell her dreams of gold. She whispers back in blues to soothe my soul. As she lets me in with a silver sigh, we become a spectral blend of intent and merge, making violet love.


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