Muse

Discover me
There is more
Than a melancholic reflection
In these eyes
Mesmerized by your beauty

Expose me
Underneath the skin
Where I hide
From you
Yearning
To lose myself
In you

Hold me
From nightfall
Until dawn
As intimately
As dusk
Melts
Into starlight

Taste me
With fevered lips
And I promise
To immortalize you
In poetry

© Noora (2013)

33 thoughts on “Muse

  1. The muse within ~
    a touch of madness
    through our fingers bleeding
    endless streams of stars.

    ~

    No one knows us like the muse, no one hugs so deeply; no one finds beauty in our melancholic flowers and nurtures them to blossom in the face of dawn as her understanding and touch.

    Such beauty dwells within you my friend…

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    1. “The muse within
      a touch of madness
      through our fingers bleeding
      endless streams of stars.”
      … wow. I am always in awe of your talent, Pierre. Thank you for reading.

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    1. Your sigh is music to my ears, Kimberly. Thank you. I found a funny typo when I was re-reading this piece before posting. I had typed “duck” instead of “dusk”. lol.

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  2. So sensuous! It really gripped me from beginning to end!
    Usually I quote lines that I find the best. This time around I was in a fix coz I could not choose. The whole poem is so fluid. Mesmerizing !
    Noora, you are a splendid poet.
    Much Love to you

    ~M

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  3. Normally I don’t stop to comment but that first line just gripped me for some reason. Discover me. Haha I read it with and exclamation mark. Just wanted to say I really enjoyed your poem.

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