The Muse

Urban Individuals,
embrace the Mystical
lyrics of their music,
darkness bonds them together,

a blessing Moon
reflects in the eyes of Pearl,
she lifts her head and smiles,
embracing...understanding
the ambience of the moment,

soft milky white skin...
melts the heart of the musician,
a Raven beauty...her tresses as
black as the night sky,
she is his muse,

tingling sensations ripple
through his body...as he
strokes her exposed...
slender arm – wanting to
indulge himself in her beauty,
but discontinues...apprehensive
of losing their enduring friendship,

they are free thinkers...
aligned with the stars,
unaffected by the fraught
world around them,
now so young...
some call them nonconformists,
they've shed their bitterness...
lost in their Art,

Pearl lays her head on the Musician's lap,
he leans forward as they sit together...
his thick – waist long ebony hair hangs,
concealing...enveloping her face,
her lips masked with the colour black,
while one arm hangs freely...her willowy
fingers display long...black nails,
a symbol of who they are,

drifting into Poetry...some sing to a
distant drumming, while Pearl finally
falls into a Slumber, in a warm caress.