My Muses
Our souls breathe the same air
somewhere
outside of time and space
resonating
as we breathe out
we inspire each other
as we breathe in
provocative exhalations
evoking visions and dreams,
wonderment and admirations
that just seem to fit so well.
As each pronouncement
of the ideal
of the other
mirrors our own aspirations.
If you can imagine it
you can make it happen.
To hear you describe it
is to desire to be that man
who inspires you
to be that woman.
To read your thoughts
is to feel
your soul
breathing your words into my ear.
Each of you
nurture, heal and inspire
the very best of me,
inspiring me
to do the same for you.
Indulgences
of spirit and flesh
are exchanged
as fluently
as
passing from one hand to the other.
Breathless humours and vapors
of our common consciousness
in mutual resusitation.
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