She linger by the lamp post late,
wave goodbye,
send the cue ball home,
Pow,
Crack,
Roll.
Red hair, for a few months
Blonde the next,
Lipstick.

This Muses rules.
Mine,
Kicks a rock, and smiles hot blood at me.
This Muse rules, kicks a rock and blinks
blue in fields of fauns and
frond lashes lick at my heart.
With wet noses.

She is dark and fair and,
Smells of sandalwood
And, of a cushioned night.
Linger linger lady muse
Linger with me
Let me brush your hair

12/02/2013