The muse twitched from her slumber
exposing her bosom as she lay
still, slumped on her bed.
She blinked
the retina adjusting to the harsh ray of light
she mustered to sit
a sweet floral scent engaged with her nostril
she scanned the room
a garden of tulips, roses and lotus
and she, sitting almost sensuously,
spinal column arching gracefully – giving her
an almost goddess look.
She blinked
then lay gently on her flowerbed
a generous intake of euphoria
and again the muse have slept
a dream of tulips, roses and lotus playing
unceremoniously before her eyes.
– rhanriey
after months of procrastination with no real reason…
will read from me soon. promise.
A very poetic way to say you’re back, I must say.
Keep the updates coming!