Victoria Bassett-Wilton

You were my muse for the longest time,
and when I fell for you,
I fell hard.
I was Lucifer, catapulting
downward from Heaven…
down, down to the fires beneath.
I was Icarus, my wings melting from the heat of the sun.

You sparked the embers
of creation inside my heart,
and I was a slave to its calling.
Words poured from me as
blood from a wound.

And now you are gone,
and I don’t want you anymore.
Some days I think of you, but
you are not the inspiration behind my sentences,
and maybe I love you still,
but not as I did.

You are as Aphrodite,
but I am searching
for Persephone.