Enchanting insanity
Double-edged bliss
Of tormenting misery
Disguised in a kiss
…that kiss leaves me wanting
And hungry for more
So I reach for the taunting
Where mysteries implore
As I grasp for its drenching
I resist, then beseech
The lyrical quenching
Just beyond my reach…
I cannot bear it
And oh, yet I must
Fling into the air its
Glitter of dust
Glitter of dust
Beguiling whisper
Driving me mad
But if she should leave me
I would be so sad
For Muse is a soul-mate
With venomous kiss
Muse is a lover
Of bittersweet bliss
© Janet Martin
Alexandria, it really is a doubled-edge brutal bliss:)
Indeed it is a brutal bliss and I follow and fall in her luster so often.
ReplyDeleteIts so nice to know we are not alone;) Thank-you TUG.
ReplyDeleteVenomous - wouldn’t quite like that. Ambrosial , perhaps. Or maybe , The medicine lies in the venom - should like to think . “ lyrical quenching “ indeed quite so ! There’s so much of truth there . Janet , you have so much ( experience and wisdom - god’s blessings really ) beautifully wrapped around your little finger and it’s as if you are tatting away with words all these poems
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