For my muse
In the beginning was the word, and the
Word was poetry to the world, a word
That meant so much to so many.
But in the beginning the word hadn't been
Given a name, and so soon the time came
To Christen this most sensual, most
Meaningful of all words in the world, and
The name chosen was Love.
Come my sweet distraction, and I will write
You a dream. I will disrobe you with words,
And although you have never seen me, you
Will fall in love with my words and I with yours.
I will bathe you with words, paint you with words,
And you will feel my words coursing through your
Body. There will be nowhere my words haven’t
Touched before finally coming to rest in your heart.
You may not be an angel, and maybe there are
None, and if there are none, then the world is a
Poorer place, but I don't believe that, for I am a
Dreamer, and when I dream, my dreams include
Angels and I've seen you there.
© Joseph G Dawson
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