A Muse


My absent lover, my present muse,
my eternal embrace that I can use,
my forbidden love, my death, my cure,
my sweet contagion I can’t refuse.
I hear her thoughts or so I think,
I miss myself and so does she,
I dream at night a lovely dream,
she calls my name only in my sleep.

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