My Muse refuses to let me touch her
doesn’t mind when she’s flirted by others~
I scream at her at her sadistic morals
but she ignores me.
My muse is a whore;
she sidles up to the Toms and Dicks and Harrys
of my blogosphere, lets them fondle her
while I watch in exasperated disbelief.
My Muse, she teases me, tells me she loves me
tells me she plays around, so I could gather
my own feelings and love and desire
and face her sitting down, while she bows at my feet.©
November 1st 2017.