Muse

The brain needs something to open it
So it can come out and play.
It likes to see something worth thinking about.
The muse inspires
The model, the clay.
The canvas soon calls out.

The strings, the dream like ringtones,
The heaven in my head,
Desire to pore over you,
Kiss you, stir you from your bed,
And tell you the stories
That love to be told.
And paint you,
And show you the beautiful place
That you hold
In my universe.

-jenn