Muse #6
The greatest art never sees the light of day
I don't mind if you stare.
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I don’t mind if you stare.
Little do you know, with mischievous deceit, the novelty of life, is a mother’s teat. I love how you stare, with that lurid despair, I smile like I’m focused on nothing rare. Wow, it’s hard to understand, the power of comfort, is at my command. I think I see, what draws men to this pair, I don’t mind if they stare. There. |
If you got it, flaunt it. |
What makes you a muse?
Let's talk. I want to document your life through the anonymity of my poetry. People who read your poetry will realize how beautiful you are without knowing what you look like. The body is a consequence of the mind; the mind is a monster. Why? Hell is in the head (biblically). If you remove the body from the equation, the mind is forced to focus on empathy. Why? It feels isolated. Within that is solitude...where there is no prospect of sexuality interfering with your value.
Through your online activity I develop an understanding of your essence. Those who step forward will be assigned a number. That number is the only link from my poetry to your essence.
You are free to use my poetry to share yourself in ways sexuality cannot.
Through your online activity I develop an understanding of your essence. Those who step forward will be assigned a number. That number is the only link from my poetry to your essence.
You are free to use my poetry to share yourself in ways sexuality cannot.