Silver Tongued Muse

my silver tongued muse
her tongue under the moon
sparkling like star shine
tickling the grape vine
suckling the sweet tincture

her tongue over the sun
a bright pink
pulsating in neon colors
scorching the flowers
to suckle the sweet nectar

her tongue falling at twilight
was a purple passion
prancing as the sun sets
to kiss the smiling moon
dancing in silver slippers

my silver tongued muse
kicking up her heels
to stomp the grapes fine
whispering of enchanted dew
of slippery summers dawn

her tongue coated with sugar
as the vines intertwine
she sang like a song bird
blistering your ears
arousing your eyes

you drink the strawberry wine
under a clear sky
awaiting your silver tongue muse
her tongue whispered
blowing into your mind, truths

©Dale CJ Clark