© Christopher Raine


Madame Muse

Like the sparkling
of an eye
or the meaning
of a kiss
it leaves you breathless
in the moment
the kind of thing
you can’t resist

Now you’re sleeping
with a stranger
wondering how
it came to this
the honest truth
is living in you
with bitten tongue
and shackled wrists

It left you praying
like a saviour
with a habit
you just can’t quit
do you hear?
the muse is calling
like your demons
when they itch

The less familiar
the more revealing
the epiphany
you might’ve missed
it leaves you breathless
in the moment
that kind of thing
I can’t resist