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Muse

by Keith D Allison

the wind Mull over… Chew over…
pondering
the Sun
delivering the reflections on
the beast that is
from the heaven
one of nine
touching the strings of the harp
goddess
the sweet of the spiced Ginger
succumbing to the breath of the vineyard
the taste of Honey
that seduces
then flees into the night
the tongue hangs
grasping for air
as the dagger drips
the heart mourns
for the sweetness
once more

12/05/2007

Posted on 12/05/2007
Copyright © 2022 Keith D Allison

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/05/07 at 04:07 PM

Outstanding.... not what I had originally thought from the title.... an outstanding piece nonetheless.....

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/05/07 at 07:59 PM

You have a wonderful poem here, Keith....it hightens all the senses, as good poems should! Thanks.

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