My Muse

Do not call…
when my muse speaks
For I know I will not hear…
Anything beyond my vision of him
Becomes quite unclear
Pupils dilate…
eyes fixate…
drinking the sum of him in…
Ambient noise tuned out
Caught by his melodic vibrations within

Don’t Call…
when my muse speaks
For it will only be unfair…
I will not break my concentration enthralled by his stare

Time is suspended…my soul is at peace
He comforts and listens to the sorrows I release

Do not call…
when my muse speaks For it will only seem like déjà vu
l will not have any real recollection Of interaction with you
You see He commands each of my senses…
His spell over me renders me utterly defenseless…

Do not call…
when my muse speaks For internally he leaves you no space…
For I have become completely consumed… by my desire…
for his embrace