She is a blue woman
with long yellow dreads
and a blaze burning in her eyes.
She speaks to me
all of the time
none of the time.
Her skin is mottled
and seems to be always shifting
beneath the surface.
She comes as a whisper
tickling the follicles in my ear
vibrating my eardrum in gentle tympani,
creating a light show of changing images in my mind.
She is a persistent mistress
when the whispers become a shout
and my ears throb,
my mind explodes
in a cacophony of sound and color.
Her eyes set a blaze inside of me
burning from the inside out.
This Muse – source of transformation.
In a fever, I succumb
Dismantling my awareness,
Burning away what is known
Until ashes lie upon the ground
in divinatory patterns
Messages rising through the perfect aftermath.
Only then, she smiles.