i used to write about
a poet meeting a musician
who turns her poems into songs
and together, they make art
out of love and moments they share
are you the one from my dreams?

all her muses didn't appreciate
the heart she put into pieces she wrote
but maybe the musician will.

There it is relentlessly coming back in, it moves to different vibrations given the day.

Despite yesterday’s efforts you steadily make your way in. As many times as I notice you, I still seem to let you in.

I catch a glimpse of you in the morning saying hello, my defenses are high and I am able to **** you away.

Midday, you reintroduce yourself thinking maybe this time of day is prevalent to when you may win.

There again, satisfied in glee, I simply shy away.

At night you ravage, you finally coax your way in, desolate and broken I lay entranced at your ability and beguiled to have met you again. Finally I fall asleep, wake up and there you are again.