Muse                                              

I had been in the land of the living dead for so very long;

Not caring, void of feeling,

No hate, no love, no laughter, no crying, no pain.

Embracing the void, it was my new womb.

Being safely tucked away and so warm,

I was so very far from harm. I was happy, or so I thought.

But then….But then…..YOU came from out of nowhere.

Though short in stature, Beauty is you.

Long dark curls adorn your face.

Light brown piercing eyes bore deeply into my core when our eyes met,

Lips full and inviting, unadorned with color yet;

Lips that were succulent, juicy, longing to be kissed licked and sucked on.

Oh, and your scent.

Not perfumed as most; but surprisingly,

A natural, musky scent, real, overpoweringly real and unmistakably you.

I wish I could have bottled that fragrance.

Breast swelled over the top, shapely legs rose to a perfectly rounded bottom.

Your honey colored complexion, against my darker brown, made my head swirl.

I’ve never been more excited in my life.

I was transported instantaneously from the land of the dead, into the land of the living.

Then I kissed you and the next date you kissed me.

Soaring, and very much alive, I looked forward to the great things that this

Connection would bring.

So I told her, I love you not realizing that she too might be dead.

We are all dead ……to something and in someway.

Anger and hate followed and she couldn’t stand the sight of me.

As suddenly as it began, more suddenly it ended.

I was deeply hurt and very confused.

Perhaps she never loved me, or perhaps she never cared,

Or perhaps, my muse left me because of what I said.

Was I better off dead?