I'll be your
muse, broken world
I know I'm not
brilliant or
particularly lovely
and certainly my list
of marketable skills is shorter
than my attention span
but I know
quite self-consciously
(because I live it)
exactly how the snow
crunches in the week before Christmas
and I know
that my hair blazes like golden flames at sundown
and
I know what raindrops taste like
when you nibble them off apple blossoms
and I know
how to make you
breathe faster heavier
just by finding that hollow at your neck, I
know my skin glows pale in the moonlight, with
my arms flung above my head,
and I can skip better than I can run, and
I swear I can make pasta and pie crust from scratch, but I know
you think it's sweet that I'm so proud of it.
Wow... I love this, it is truly wonderful and inspiring...
I admire your writing skills, you are amazing poet and you always come up with something vivid and original- just like this piece. I like everything about this, but your descriptions are the most impressive. I could clearly imagine every line of this poem, and it was truly beautiful...
Keep writing, and I'll keep reading those precious words...