You prod me just within reach
only to step away when I grasp at you
hungrily, greed in my eyes
I almost beg, but not quite
White sleet clouds my sorrowed mind
the words appear and vanish before me
Dismembering themselves, gone
I catch a glimpse of you and then you are lost
Nothingness
I hate that you taunt me
I hate that I am addicted to you
like a crack addict with heroin
Heaving and full of need
I am lonely
Come back to me
Devour my mind
Consume me
My dark and distant muse
I will wait here
Craving
Waiting
Sephani Paige
on Sep 24th, 2009
@ 05:45:
get out of my head!!!!! I have that pic as my background image on my laptop!!!! My muse has been sneaking over to your place hasn’t she!?!?
.-= Sephani Paige´s last blog ..Just Remeber Tonight’s Safe Word Is: Mmpffmmmmpff!! =-.
vanimp
on Sep 24th, 2009
@ 13:56:
Omgoodness really? Freeeaky
Heh if you find mine kick his ass home 
Sephani Paige
on Sep 24th, 2009
@ 16:57:
I think our muses have been secretly courting…that’s the only excuse I can come up with
.-= Sephani Paige´s last blog ..Pink Stripes And Boots – HNT =-.
Robert
on Sep 26th, 2009
@ 05:46:
*now it’s my turn to smile*
.-= Robert´s last blog ..ashes all fall down =-.
vanimp
on Sep 26th, 2009
@ 07:48:
@Sephani They are sooo in trouble when they get home *grin*
@Robert You haven’t happened to come across a wandering muse have you?
Robert
on Sep 26th, 2009
@ 16:35:
axually, I just spent some time recently in the north country, and yes, I did come across a couple of wandering moose. Magnificent creatures, moose. Much bigger than I imagined.