you are inspiration -
muse made flesh,
burning me alive

every spoken word
every glance from bronzed eyes
ignites a passion that kills

you are the artist, and I, not
more than
clay under your fingers

my love is yours -
shall I be shattered
as glass, crashing
against cold stone?

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Khepary, in the year 205 MA.