A number to my muse

I speak to you my muse.
Do you hear my thoughts?
Understand the confusion of my mind, believe the feeling in my being.
As so many I was graced, a power withholding.
One lost in the mind of his number.
Do I know what the others know?
Do I see with the eyes of lust, or look deeper with the eyes of love.
Am I the only number with feeling?
And do you know my muse?
Grabbing tight my arm, pulling me into a castle.
Pressing firmly lips to lips with crushing power, weakened kindness.
Diving deep into the passion only one has brought.
Living long with every beat of a heart that fills your every posession.
Tasting words fresh from the unspoken.
Blanketing a number with eyes that flash with pride and humbleness.
A tounge that lashes the future and past.
Swirling in a world of lost creation.
Losing ones self in a voice of demonic angels.
Falling fast into a word called love.
Do you hear me my muse?
Do you understand the cries?
Listen to the number, it screams the silence.
Do you hear?