The Illuminated Muse

The Illuminated Muse by Ingrid Showalter Swift You light up the circuits of my psyche with lexis vibrate within me daze me sway me without weight or measure I breath in the misted air of salt and gesture and in it you lie in wait You fill my cells with oxygen and mercury the temperature rises my bearings drop my center settle casts away to an island of green palm breezes waves of art washing…poetry like walk way stones laid and lead ...before me and I am the eel in the sea the elk on the prairie I am an elephant tusks and trunk held high to sky baroque-ing out my demands to the dusted waterless ways of the Serengeti Rise up in me…as the ground rises before the tectonic hand of God Rise up in me atomic Equatorial in clime Tornatonic in impact I am ferocious in my thirst Run me down with your intent annihilate all argument and end the war between us forever for you are simply a blue sapphire flickering in the firelight Tumbling blue hues in a washer of stone Flares of luminosity…raking the sky to a plunderous pink a radiance like an alien ball in the forest …illuminati imaginations.... trailing sparklings that follow the fairies into the dark wood You are warm milk into which I fall to the creamy center float on clouded dark dreams chewy and sweet the toffee reminiscence of….morning coffee…and black birds in flight and you are the birth of child in the hands of heaven you are everything arcane ...nubile and blessed and damned at once and you alone drive my pen to wagon wheel and weltings center