An hour later and your scent has completely absorbed into my skin.  Three hours and the knots from wandering fingers have returned to their sedated positions down the back of my neck, free from the frenzy.  Two days and the swelling seas of passion below have calmed; leaving a surface stillness hiding the swirl of emotion below.   Five days and the illusion of memory clears, no longer lost within the deep gaze of possibility.  A week and the downy softness has disappeared from clean sheets, turned cold in their emptiness.  Ten days passage of time and the hunger finally sleeps; awaiting the return of the muse.

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Comment by jkdavies on December 22, 2010 at 12:31am
beautiful.   I love the4th sentence so much, memory clearing from the deep gaze of possibility
Comment by Stephen Torelli on December 21, 2010 at 2:13pm
This flows nicely, and hopefully, the muse will return.
Comment by Bill Floyd on December 21, 2010 at 9:49am

Nice take on the muse-as-lover scenario.  Well written, too.

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