As you slip in through the locks
I bolt the door and pull the shades
For all the good it does
Upon my shoulder you alight
And vow to keep me up tonight
I play my part to perfect fault
A wrinkled brow, a tight-lipped frown
You laugh and turn a somersault
Inside my mind scattered and blown
Taking full charge for you know well
Each curve inside this ivory cell
I fain would beg you to depart
Then miss you madly when you’re gone
You volley twixt my mind and heart
And seem to know when I’m alone
Are you a blessing or a curse
Tormenting me with rhyme and verse?
I cradle you between my lips
Then spit you out in wry disdain
You tease my restless fingertips
And taunt me from the wayward pen
Muse persists and Muse endures…
…take me, take me, I am yours
Janet Martin
I'd like to laugh at this, but I don't want to make my muse angry.
ReplyDeleteMike, I'm simply sitting back and having fun tonight.I was going to turn the computer off, then she hopped on my shoulder and laughed in my ear...she knew I couldn't resist;)
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