The Muse’s Return

The Muse’s Return
By Te’Kia Miller

In an unfamiliar place as this
Still I feel you coming
inhabiting my being as you have before.
At first is cold and awkward
clumsy over words and emotion,
a sign too long a time has passed.
Inside me is a warming sensation
filling me, lifting me
as you take comfort
and so do I.
When the flow comes with ease
we speak not and yet speak clearly
in a peculiar silence shared between us.
The moment is become familiar,
the distortion now a clear vision
by the words spoken in your
silky voice. They are laid bare
before the printer’s point
etching on tender souls
collected in this book.

Original.

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