The Blood & The Bones

so many muses
have come and gone
from my lips to paper
to live on forever
but what about me
will I ever inspire a writer
to compare me to goddesses of old
and my eyes to azure skies
to detail the smell of cinnamon
on my velvet skin
the curve of my hip
and the dark fire that burns in me
immortalizing me in written form
my petals and my thorns
I was born a poet
but just once
I long to be poetry

LL
the blood & the bones