All Day

She personified living art. Maybe it was the way she talked and the matching swag that backed her words up that got my attention. Or maybe it was the way she breathed the hustle and bustle of the streets, rhythmically in unison with the flashing lights of the night sky that had me wrapped around her concrete fingers. Yes, the spotlight was on her, and I was her audience. I was transfixed at her persistence at being the best, only putting on for herself and leaving those who can't keep up in the dust.

I was the Lonely Artist who needed a muse. I vaguely remember meeting her when I was younger, and we parted since then.

A decade later I find myself in her arms again.

She personified Living Art. I'm just proud to call her my Lady.