My lover, my muse
Conceive unborn poetry with me
You inspire my heart to pump visions in rune
Thrusting my verse deeply in your aerie
Suck the words from my ink bleeding quill
While our paean strokes in climactic meter
To rise from my mouth in a doggerel yawp
The seeds of collaboration hatched in our nest
Will dance in harmonic rhyme with your soul and mine
Creating metrical art birthing stanzas to life

04/06/2016

Author's Note: Check out the follow up to this poem, "the Muse and the Mate" posted right after this one. JJ

Posted on 04/10/2016
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