Elusive Muse
Driven mad by the tip of its tail teased around each corner of the labyrinth…
If only I could plant my foot and feel it squirm underneath, captured, mine at last….
If only I could catch the beast sleeping, I’d pluck one feather, just one, please, one’s all I need…
…and if only I could just give up the chase and let the beautiful, the jesting, the damned beast be.
