Muse

Most times she leads

and he follows.

She does the talking,

she wears the halo,

She creates a story,

He writes it down.

She is poetry

and the sea

and he drowns.

But sometimes

she conforms

to words alone.

She longs for a story unknown

She waits

while he writes.

She stays in sight

and watches over his shoulder

as he writes with pen, old

and paper older.

She watches 

and the night gets colder.

And after the words have been sewn

into paper that could be torn,

he turns to look

and finds his queen

fit for a throne.

And her smile outshines the stars of the night

no woman could dare put up a fight

she follows this time

she conforms

to his words alone

this story he's written

a tale too well known.

She leans in and places poetry on his lips

just the way he makes love to paper with his finger tips

He gave up on writing poetry long ago

he realized writing her was the right way to go. 

Most times she leads

and he follows

and tonight into the bedroom too

he is led behind her to follow.