Ma Muse

ofelia lavender ma muse © heather rhodes studio petronella all rights reserved.jpg

beneath the words,
in a place that has no name

there lies a temple
of brilliant brokenness;

where you whisper
my name;
in fluent iridescence,
the softest shade of lavender-blue...

ma muse;

such a depth
in which you elicit communion;

your numinous wake
ripples through the waters
in the ocean of my body;

awake;
each breath
like a morning...

we are a flock of gentle birds;

our pale wings
ripe with anticipation;

taking flight
from the nest of your heart;

into the warm afternoon...
 

words & image © Heather Rhodes at Studio Petronella
model: ofelia