Muse
dancing through smoke rings
Muse
Speak in your secret voice To other damsels in distress Across the table Whisper fast and hiss, hiss, hiss Dancing through smoke rings With silver anklets, silky dress Sit in the pauses between breaths Where flowers bloom and angels rest Run ghostly fingers from chin to brow Your dainty feet descend immaterial stairs While lazy lashes fan a gentle breeze That kisses soft and golden hair Bidding sweet dreams to frozen gods And lonely prideful disco queens You do not exist in normal time But leap and spin in between © rewritten 2026 Stephanie M. Vargo



Oh this is awesome. I quite enjoyed reading it out loud.
O wow 🤩 you tickle me pink Stephanie 💞 Muse is a beauty 💥