My Muse Is Taking a Snooze

My dearest one, Where have you gone? In these long days I am bereft Without your deft Turn of phrase To spark My sluggish heart From my verbose malaise Are you upset, oh delicate flower of finest select Colors, who trickle In fickle Flame and fade A sleight-of-hand shade I mine fruitless lines All which you bade Too conveniently made Sharply undefined Is it me? Do I bore? Are my attentions a chore? I wish only this To create words of bliss But away you turn, as my implores Thud, a dud, between your coarse snores Maybe my flirty girl's Creative cold snap Just needs Milk and cookies And a cat-nap. 5/19/20 Entered in 'and now for something completely different' contest Judged 5/30/20