you were my muse
and i was your poet;
i saw the rhythms of your soul:
they raced with me across a beach,
laughing.
so when you tentatively
held out your fingers, i
took them as a lifeline,
shut my lids to the
wounds of this world,
found a brighter self in your
ocean-eyes. but like children we
swam too far out,
past the point where our toes
touched land, lost
our footing and ourselves and
somehow you found me facedown
on my kitchen floor,
sunk down in tears and pain,
not the girl you had
fallen in love with, not
even really
a girl at all.
in the darkness
you rubbed dry your eyes;
you shook yourself off;
you locked doors all around me,
blind to the reality that i
was already prisoner inside this
skin, and you, you walked out
under crying skies but
walked free nevertheless,
taking my heart with you,
leaving me to drown alone.
the tenth muse 
Please pardon my intrusion; I wish only to say that whilst perusing almost unsucessfully for ‘More Than Ordinary’ poetry, I came upon your work. I must candidly admit that from the onset I was both charmed and captured. However after more introspection, I am now allured and attracted to your artistry. Simply enchanting.
Kindest Wishes,
no intrusion at all; always happy to meet new readers…and writers. i am really very flattered. so far ive only briefly had time to peruse your page in turn, but it seems that you also have something of a gift for making heartbreak a piece of art… i cant wait to read more.
highest regards,
jsl
OK….
This is intense, beautiful but intense…
Yes the body, always a prisoner, always a slave to it.