Muse

dancing through smoke rings

Muse

Photo by Angelina on Unsplash

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
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