Muse (by Dianne Borsenik)


Dianne Borsenik at the Huron Boat Basin - 20 July 2008
Dianne Borsenik 20 July 2008 at the Huron Boat Basin
[photo by Jesus Crisis]




                                                 MUSE

                               
                                                 She has been with you again,
                                                 
I can tell.
                                                 You have that furtive look
                                                 about you, and you have the smell
                                                 
of ink on your breath.
 
                                                 I know that she has taken you
                                                 by your thin white wrist,
                                                 and caressed the fine hair
                                                 that furs your arm.  I imagine
                                                 her guiding your hand
                                                 to her lap, you touching her,
                                                            her touching you.
 

                                                 I close my eyes, and I can see
                                                 her moving closer to you, whispering
                                                 in your ear, her exhalations
                                                 hot on your stubbled cheek.

                                                 I know 
                                                 you took her
                                                 in your arms, opened your lips
                                                 for her kiss; I know you let her
                                                 explore your teeth, the roof of your
                                                 mouth, your tongue.
 
                                                 And I am quite certain
                                                 that when you wake up
                                                 in the morning, the indentation
                                                 of her wanton form
                                                 will be reflected in the crumpled sheets
                                                 of your poetry



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poem (c) 2008 by Dianne Borsenik
used with the poet's permission

find Dianne at http://www.myspace.com/poetofthelotus

other poems by Dianne appear in these volumes available from Amazon:

     

 
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