Wednesday, October 9

To Your Knees

Let's call Her Dante's mistress
And not his muse
Let's see through Her mystery
Riding into brown eyes with black irisis
Taking a trip deep into
The spaces of Space
From which she hails
No man can father his creativity
Without first fixing himself to some muse
Tucked under the arms of an inspired man
Is always Her
From folklore to whore to mistress to muse
She has many forms none of which have to do
With the physical guises that she assumes
She is nature and woman and lover and man
She is the subject of a relentless obsession
A provocative hallucination
Causing a collision of your own senses
Born for the sole purpose of bringing
Every creative heart to its knees
Let's not call her Dante's mistress
Let's call her his Divine Undoing

(c) Kidest M. 2013

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