My Muse
By Cordell Rich
my hands are sometime a lonely place
desperate to find your hands hiding within them
am I always to be a slave to memories of you
longing for that moment of your hands in mine
of your hands being our hands.
I would scarce know how to breath
and close my eyes for fear that
the next breath would might come
when you would be my last mistake
I would raise my voice and
sing in whispered praises
my muse, Magami
transposing your name anew
a prayer upon my lips
Magami
again and again Magami
until I had sung every syllable
fresh kisses on your skin thru
the whispered words, magami
as I taste the salty moonlight there
your slave or your king
abandoning all memories past
for memories yet to come
those moment with you in my arms
Magami Japanese for Muse or My Muse
my hands are sometime a lonely place
desperate to find your hands hiding within them
am I always to be a slave to memories of you
longing for that moment of your hands in mine
of your hands being our hands.
I would scarce know how to breath
and close my eyes for fear that
the next breath would might come
when you would be my last mistake
I would raise my voice and
sing in whispered praises
my muse, Magami
transposing your name anew
a prayer upon my lips
Magami
again and again Magami
until I had sung every syllable
fresh kisses on your skin thru
the whispered words, magami
as I taste the salty moonlight there
your slave or your king
abandoning all memories past
for memories yet to come
those moment with you in my arms
Magami Japanese for Muse or My Muse
Labels: Cordell Rich, Love Poems, love poetry, magami
posted by "The Prince" John Pierce, Wade Garrett, Richard Dangler. I have many names. at 8:15 AM
8 Comments:
beautiful, sensitive, subtle.
The salty moonlight line is very good.
An eloquent portrayal of frustration and anger within a relationship tempered with a wish to understand someone else's pain and fear. Good piece.
I agree with Maisie. It is the frustration that comes when you really want to understand the other and such understanding does not come. Controlled rage, nicely written.
Just a great poem sir!
I loved it!!! So passionate and nostalgic...More and much lovely than my 14th...Great write my friend...
Nostalgic poem of yours sways the heart with ease and peace!
am i allowed to comment with a much too stupid "wow"?...there is so much passion in this poem that i feel my words worthless for commenting it...
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