Muse Poem by Nicola Thoner

These words we share

Hidden

in secret worlds.

Dripping with anticipation


Hope

Longing...

Whispered in the breeze

of a coming storm.

Murmurs between lovers


Hot, sticky sighs.

Desperate to touch -

Solidify these promises

But reaching out

and grasping air.

Empty,

as words become.

Though the thrill of them echoing on my lips

is a pleasure I have never known

This decadence,

turned

sweet torture

Prolongs a sense of torment

As I see but can't touch

Write but can't taste

Read but can't hear

Hands pressed against glass walls

In hidden spaces

In secret worlds.