To my favourite muse

Hello my little one
I see you again
but do you see me?
You write
and with what seems
like effortless ease
your elegant prose
spills out again to tease us,
to test your readers
and baffle their senses
as flower petals and dirt
are thrown in our faces
and every word
that pleases us
is accompanied
by one to negate
those very feelings.
You test us by revealing all,
but staying your hand,
keeping us wondering
and yet leaving us
helpless spectators
to something beautiful
as we agonise over every cut of the knife.