on meeting my muse

Green eyes burn fierce
like a trash can
on Fire

Black hair falls
short on slender
shoulders

Black dress mocks
the night hides the
mystery of subtle hips

Black monster boots
boosts height three
inches taller

Painted green dragon
breathes fire on
back

Against skin like
milk on a silk
dress

She fades into the
night like an ethereal
white ghost




Poetry by clay
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Written on 2007-10-26 at 11:47

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Rob Graber
Doesn't sound much like mine, but this vigorous write has set me to musing... Good job!
2007-10-26


Kathy Lockhart
you muse is clothed in imagery, Clay. well done. : )
2007-10-26