Tag: muse

No telling

Her eyes lit up like dusted off patent leather shoes when I began to play the blues. In conversation earlier she revealed her heartbreaks disappointments, said the blues soothe her soul rejuvenate her spirit from being dead. As my fingers lightly caressed six delicate strings again I imagined touching her skin then suddenly realized she had become my muse. Uninterrupted…

Around 9

She’ll check her look in the mirror around 9 decide she’s ready for a night to not remember come daylight. Battered by a love or two she can’t refuse to sink her teeth into an apple again. In a short conversation she’ll confess around 9:29 her life is a mess but the search continues anyway for a lasting fling minus…

For my Muse

So very often my heart feels alive and it’s because my muse is there right beside me… Oh, thinkin’ about all our younger yearsThere was only you and meWe were young and wild and freeNow nothin’ can take you away from meWe’ve been down that road beforeBut that’s over nowYou keep me comin’ back for more Baby, you’re all that…