I invoke the muses to dance with me,
show me the way, seduct my writing and
lure my brain onto an adventure to bring forth
A heart aflutter and oh, so sore.
Blissfully connected while at the same time ignorantly
afraid- so very afraid
of nothing and all at once.
The cold and lonely state of Rigor Mortis can not
compete with the state of
extatic bliss; bleeding on the page
with all my might, fully alive and living.