Will you be my muse?

Or will you be my fuse;
Snaking serpentine
Down the darkened passageways
And endless corridors
To my demons, fears and dreams.
Hissing, sparking, sputtering
Softly, insidious
To have me
Suddenly explode.
Bitterness: showering down
Upon the hapless world.

Or will you be my muse;
The one who leads me into
Bright and sunny days of fantasy,
The face of aching beauty.
The one I'll woo and wow
With images soaring,
Scenes of searing passion.
Days so fat and full
I'll suddenly explode.
Love: showering down
Upon the hapless world.