The Tenth Muse Speaks: Whispers Across Lesbos

She walks on the edge of the wind,
voice braided with sea and olive,
each syllable a spark struck
from the tinder of longing.

Island-born, where the waves fold
like a lover’s arm,
she counts the pulses of hearts
as though each beat were a star.

You burn me
my limbs betray m…Read More