a daughter of the 9

a daughter of the 9 

yeah she is a daughter of the 9,
a muse of many – and hopefully mine,
a body that moves with an intensity like fire,
one that inspires within me such a long desire,
to grab her around by the waist-
and throw ourselves around - posthaste.
 
yeah she is a daughter of the 9,
a muse of many - and hopefully mine,
the way she enthuses with her purest voice,
and instills within me a spirit to totally rejoice,
'cuz in her I've found a sound to stir my soul, 
in her I've found a sound that adds to my whole.
 
yeah she is a daughter of the 9,
a muse of many – and hopefully mine,
a lover of the word,  and a dreamer of the 'morrow,
in the way that she casts her light against my sorrow,
and here I have someone that speaks my language,
here I have someone to share some of this bondage.
 
yeah she is a daughter of the 9,
a muse of many – and hopefully mine,
she's the writer, the singer, or the dancer, 
she’s the mover, the shaker, the speaker; she’s the enhancer.
yeah a daughter of the 9 is one I want in my life,
the one to back me up through the rest of life's strife.   
 
 -2-3-08-
M. L. Michael 

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