Impromptu
my Muse
growled at
me and sent
photos frothing
rabitity frequently
showing signs doggedly
foggally
i faintly saw
what i thought
i'd seen unbelieving
that she could be such
so much more then a pure
Muse
always to
be lovingly to
me wanting nothing
but to give willingly to
me and i excepting what
she
had always
purposely served
with more then words
but meaning among the
feeling and so feeling my i
allowed
for her only
for her to bite
me and rapidly i
became more then
just what she said and
told
but held
what what
means to be
a Muse's poet
for ever and ever to be
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