We sit on opposite ends of a couch.   Too afraid to touch each other's skin To grace the heat upon the body once intertwined in which we became one. And we lose moments upon moments Forgetting the endless father clock that will stop ticking And each day has a rise and a fall with dawn and sunsets arrive new beginnings. We are glued to the idiosyncrasies of the monotony carried on through advertisements rushed at our eyes Blazing music heard through bass filled speakers and the sound of a child crying out for attention.   For if we break this silence, this code-   one of us loses. through battle and heart ached war we have seen pessimistic days filled with tongue lashings and awkward pauses ignoring physical presence and tyrannical domination   and I speak   ever so humbly. walking on glass that splits my naked feet my wounds open and hemorrhage the definition of myself the creation of my dominion, the power of my being and excellence of my conception   I have fallen weak   by the

You will be my muse. The muse that I often equate and correlate to Harsh poetic lines filled with anxiety and pain Only to be re-lived, re-birthed and a phoenix rising again You will be my muse. You will be the spark to my creativity the knowledge that I gained the power that I control and create The positivity that rules over disdain From you, I will become the strength that was always in me the endurance that pained my eyes to see the brave spirit which my-self tried to flee You will be my muse And with this, I say I refuse to become the epitome of bitterness.emptyness.lonliness in which I fly by the true knight which by angel flight will rest his head upon my breast at night You will be my muse. My smile to the end of your reign the new beginning which I am me again the beat in my heart that does not question when I will fall in love again. you will be, so sweetly my muse. And I thank you. So humbly, thank you. -b.r.rivera