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)