Spin

As the glorious

muse seeks her essence

through form,

I attempt to lie still

in the eye of the storm.

But

as seconds collide

with tornadoes

of dust,

I give into the spell

of the cursed

wanderlust.

Getting hopelessly lost

in the folds of her dress,

I choke up

on the dust,

and entreat her caress:

Have it all,

lovely witch!

My before, now and after -

Spin my wondering soul,

Quench my thirst

with

your

laughter!

2011