The Poet Reflects On Her Muse Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

We were entwined
in aimlessness,
this Muse and I
(stars blooming
in water,
moonlight falling
into darkness) .

He left me
once the seed
was sown.

He left me
blossoming
and then was gone.

I wanted to feel
the heartbeat
under mine, but
my tiny white
soul shrank to a star
in water (moonlight
still falling) .

I fear the shapes
of birth: the tiny lungs
like emerging butterfly wings;
the tiny heart,

a maggot
gnawing inside me.

This Muse and I:

I dream each night
we meet again
and touch like lepers.