The Coldest Muse
Married to his writing,
divorced from carnal love
The bodies flesh a token,
his words to rise above
All younger men still captive,
as lust demands anew
His passion burning molten hot
—to bed the coldest Muse
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
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