GENUINE MUSE

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JOURNAL #35

its the criminality of your kiss

that is what I miss

fortunate favor

and the subsequent showering

of bliss

sweet expectation

swathed in

immodest sensuality

that bold brute force of your

style's nature

pins to the wall

your oh so trembling me

as you succulently subdue

this said her

absorb the heat and vapor

of my shivering breaths

in this mad moment of sweet fusion

I welcome your touch's tenderest best

more than a grave welcomes

the presence of death

for but the brush of your longing's own intent

upon my overwhelmed heart

is the muse that poets

claw at their very own souls for

with nary the smallest regret

for it is with quill in quivering hand

that the valley of creative wander

arouses to crash

harnessing even as its releasing

the conduit and his pursued

we are alas

two powerful energies collided

sup on me eternally

grace filled and always ever growing

'Genuine Muse'...................................

(March 2, 2009 513am)














Author's Notes/Comments: 

some long lamenting poem on love and all its tricky entanglements.....

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