Muse

For Angel

He dances before me,

bare as they day we were born.

His beauty has no point of comparison.

There is no means for me to explain.

He takes me in my dreams.

Frightens me with what’s inside.

Tempts me to ask for more.

Yet more he cannot give.

No matter how much I beg.

In the end, surrender is my savior.

I give in to his will.

Let him bend my hands to his bidding.

Then I find true peace in my soul