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The Traveler's Muse

  • Alicia Morrison
  • Apr 5, 2018
  • 2 min read

She is bound to a chair a bit too snug

with yarn and seaweed around her wrists,

she is laughing and her giggle bounces up

through the floorboards and echoes through

the rooms of the blue house by the sea,

She is like a chameleon in the way she

can usually disguise herself but when

she is a prisoner she cannot control her

surroundings and she becomes almost

mortal in appearance, those blue-green

eyes have the depth of the ocean though,

and I am afraid to stare for very long,

her black hair now is damp like wet dreadlocks

and it falls around her face, cascading down

to nearly her buttocks and her figure is small,

so much more fragile that you would imagine,

Yet her voice is the four winds and it sings to you

and you cannot convince yourself to gag her,

though you know that is the entire reason you

have brought her here, she has whispered to you

on so many nights and has coaxed you from sleep

into the dawn to traverse the Pyrenees mountains

and dive deep into the Great Blue Hole in Belize

and fly over boarders to places unknown, she has

shown you that the world is not just a place but

it is alive in rich, pure adrenaline and it soaks in each

person like a sponge and embraces them until

they can no longer breathe unless they are traveling,

wandering towards a moonless destination that

pulls you to the earth and forces your eyes upwards

until you cannot help but see the entire Milky Way

sprawling upwards and inwards, burying itself into

your core with a warm touch that sparks fire,

You have to untie her, you know that she cannot

be held for long, but for just a few moments you try

to contain her, you try to live in a life with floors and

walls in a town that rinses off your body like soap,

you try in vain to drink away the ardent as if it were

a scorned lover, you want to ask her why she has

taken you to the ends of the Earth and why it’s never

quite enough and how to end the pulsing desire within

but when you see her wine-colored lips and she smiles

you know that you are going to let her go and you

are definitely going to go with her.

 
 
 

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