I kissed strangers
In search of the right spark within.
I embosomed pain to unveil the spheres of agony
And found my muse underneath.
I grew flowers to watch them suspire
And wrote about the morning dew and the fragrance of spring,
I emptied the brimming glasses of wine and danced to the rhythm of love all night.
I listened to the sea waves breathe stories of the lost and the found,
I sat by the fire all night watching the burning wood return to the brown it was cooked up from.
I witnessed the sky change color and doodle figures across the skyline,
I saw men painting lies with blood and selling them at higher price.
I packed my bags, wore my trekking boots and took up journeys uphill,
I tried to glue the autumn leaves to the tree it belonged to.
I wrote pages after pages
Describing the emotions that brushed against my skin,
I burned incense sticks, candles and smoked green herbs for some spiritual feel.
I tattooed my soul with blossoms and tragedies,
I watercolored dreams and grieved when the raindrops smudged the colored wings.
I fell in love every time something new I explored,
I am fortunate enough to have found my muse in every little thing I uncloaked.