i'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places
The inspiration lingers like the scent of lovemaking or lust.
Keep on, muse,
My sweet lover,
You, my locomotive, send me places deep into the lip of the earth
Where it is silent and warm,
Like the womb or between my sheets.
I curl up and you hug me and your hands travel up my side.
Your hands: tasers, electric shocks, lightning bolts.
They only strike once.
Am I the lucky one?
Will your touch singe my hair and fry my insides?
You touch me and I see things that aren’t there.
Perhaps I will become a genius with the shock of it all or
Go insane searching for patterns.
I’ll allow your touch.
Make me see things.
I will take you inside me.
Impatient and awkward.
You make me feel anxious,
My favorite feeling.
Go ahead: pummel me.
I’ll allow it.
The chaos below the belt feeds my notions.
My muse, make me a woman.
January 2008
Keep on, muse,
My sweet lover,
You, my locomotive, send me places deep into the lip of the earth
Where it is silent and warm,
Like the womb or between my sheets.
I curl up and you hug me and your hands travel up my side.
Your hands: tasers, electric shocks, lightning bolts.
They only strike once.
Am I the lucky one?
Will your touch singe my hair and fry my insides?
You touch me and I see things that aren’t there.
Perhaps I will become a genius with the shock of it all or
Go insane searching for patterns.
I’ll allow your touch.
Make me see things.
I will take you inside me.
Impatient and awkward.
You make me feel anxious,
My favorite feeling.
Go ahead: pummel me.
I’ll allow it.
The chaos below the belt feeds my notions.
My muse, make me a woman.
January 2008