Servitude to a Muse

Come to me,

On my blank and empty page,

Speak to me,

Your words of longing and loss,

Touch me,

Where only solitude has ever known me,

Fill me, carress me, hold me, guide me,

Entrance me,

Be with me forever in my darkness,

Tempting me with your words,

Tasting me with your secrets,

Becoming me,

Unending.

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