Muse

Slip your conscience from your back,

The silk, the velvet hope of your armored dress,

Turn the light dim, so your perfume shines,

And I will find you.

Slide your feet, bare, across the cold wood floor,

Be my passenger in this dance,

Giggle your bidding, till resolve bleeds away,

I will scare you into perfect.

Open your body, you may keep your mind,

I sold mine at your door,

My silk, my velvet season where doubts fall like leaves,

And in my arms, your perfume sings,

The words of clocks that hold me,

There is time for this, the want of life,

Your dress tangled to the chair,

I will cradle me to your naked neck,

And you will find me, after,

In the dark,

When your perfume shines.