Let Me Call You My Muse

A Sapphic Poem

Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay

Oh, delight me, love, in the ways of your form —
the curve of your flesh meeting mine,
the flush in your skin rising to the surface,
lost in a storm we cannot hope to tame

We told ourselves we knew better
than to stoke flames or even steal gazes
across crowded rooms that had no idea
what thunder…