My Muse

Deceptive angel, lie to me.
Betrayal, sweetly bitter on your lips.
Your beauty is undeniable, palpable.
Tortured soul aching for release,
Wrap me in rapture and ecstacy;
Warm comfort for but a few hours.
Only to leave me shredded, torn, but whole.
Familiar stranger, turn to me.
I crave your touch with unquenchable desire.
We wander in peaceful restlessness, you and I.
Content, yet reaching for more.
Complete and yet still alone.

Pain,
raw, exquisite.
Challenge.
Freedom in chains.
Masks fall away,
clawing at reality,
bursting free.
Creation.
Discovery.
Breakthrough.
How simple,
yet not.