My Perfect Muse Poem by Beach Leanbh

A tortured soul perched inside
Hide my heart within your chest
Hold it near and keep it pressed
Nested now where yours resides

Your touch, the one thing that I need
Lead me through your floral maze
Longing tempered now ablaze
Raise the gate and I will be freed

To taste your lips and smell your hair
There upon my sacred shrine
Prayers that you will e’er be mine
Divine in form beyond compare

Where soul divines, my heart pursues
To kiss you now, my perfect muse