FERAL MUSE

FERAL MUSE

I have to make a slight confession,

Something in her ways strike my obsession,

I do not know this muse of mine,

Untamed is she and with that I’m just fine,

For it only makes the mystery grow,

There is so much about her I want to know,

What is it that feeds her feral soul?

What is this spell cast from her control?

I’m intrigued by her responses,

Something about her that lies just beneath my conscious,

My conscience says to simply ask her,

But revealing herself to me, she may not concur,

Photographs of extrinsic beauty she does take,

And I’m positive those of her were no mistake,

She is beautiful defined in the most odd way,

Dark yet brilliant I must say,

I know that’s a contradiction,

Peculiar I find her, almost a piece of fiction,

My hope is that she reads this my confession,

Oh feral muse, to me you’ve become somewhat of an obsession.

-brad