Local Muse

She's still with me
A whisper in my ear on a silent day
Her breath stirring my hair when it's still
I look up and see her face in the clouds
Her laughter navigating when it rains
She's this kind of muse
Her hand resting on mine as I write these lines
Her warmth waiting in bed when I'm through
She becomes whole when I join her
When we slip together
When she gets the final word
Which is
Yes.