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Meeting My Muse in Melbourne

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MEETING MY MUSE IN MELBOURNE

This time
the two of us
come together
as if we had
never been
apart.
We know
each other
as only
old lovers
can.
And we realize
our time
together
is too precious
to waste.

Let’s All Laugh Together

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LET’S ALL LAUGH TOGETHER

Look around you.
On every side
there are precious souls
searching to find
the light.
Like tiny
crushed angels
with wings far too fragile,
they still struggle to fly.
Come
help me
set out little pots
of wine and milk
so we may grow strong
and laugh together.
Soon we will soar
past the stars
straight
into the waiting heart
of God.

I Love It When She Starts to Respond

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I LOVE IT WHEN SHE STARTS TO RESPOND

Seven p.m.

and the sun

still streams

through my

window.

at least

it’s cooler now.

The writing

continues.

The day calls

for it,

and my muse

has actually

begun to respond.

It’s going to be

a good night.

Now, I Follow Her lead

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NOW, I FOLLOW HER LEAD

I’ve finally gotten old enough

to give in and get comfortable

with my own rhythm.

Actually, the truth is that

I’ve finally wised up enough

to listen to the voice of my lady.

When she wants to dance

I’m ready and waiting. When

she wants to play, I’m right here.

God, we’re having a grand time.

She Keeps Me on the Edge

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SHE KEEPS ME ON THE EDGE

We’ve been playing footsy

this entire trip,

and both of us love it.

We’ve been together

long enough to know

exactly how far we can go

before having to back off

to catch

a creative breath or two.

It’s sensual as hell,

a dance we have practiced

for years, and one

that keeps us both

begging for more.

Both of us know our roles.

That’s the fun of it.

She teases. I beg.

And both of us stay

hot, horny and

hard at it.

Whirl me around one more time

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WHIRL ME AROUND ONE MORE TIME

Nine-thirty
and the words
are still coming.
The divine dance
hasn’t slowed,
and it’s obvious
she’s not going
to let go.
Neither am I.
So let the music
play on.
Drums and trumpets
do your thing.
We’re not going to stop
until my pen
runs dry.

Sweet Release

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SWEET RELEASE

There’s no time for foreplay.
There’s no fooling around.
The need is too great
and she knows it.
This morning, she gives me
exactly what I need, and
exactly how I need it.
Wham, bam,
thank you, Ma’am.
Words don’t flow
but gush
in an unstoppable flood,
pushed by pressure
far beyond containing.
Her touch is magic.
It’s been too long,
far too long,
since I allowed myself
the pleasure
of letting her
have her way.

her touch

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HER TOUCH

Tonight has started off
extremely well.
She slipped
into my arms
with a look
that couldn’t be
mistaken. At times
like this
it’s a toss-up
as to who’s
giving
and who’s receiving.
All I know is
that the longer
we’re together
the more
she turns me on.

“Don’t Even Try”

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My muse and I have been together too long to play games. Each of us knows exactly what we want, and we know each other well enough to know whether we are going to get it or not.

DON”T EVEN TRY

My muse
seems as cool
this evening
as the service
here in
the hotel restaurant.
She’s not
playing coy.
She’s just
really not interested.
What can I say?
It’s her choice,
and I have
been rebuffed
more than once.
I will live.

“Moon Dance”

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Here is another poem from my first collection, BONES WILL NOT SUFFICE, published in 1997 by Black Lion Press.

MOON DANCE

Hidden from all
but the most haunted,
there’s a place
where dreams go to die.
This muddy graveyard of giants
belongs to the naked dancer.
When rooting for riches only
unearthed by a hairy hand
one must remember:
bloody bones
belong to the hyenas.
Your reward lies deeper,
beyond the scent of memory.
Sniff. Remember the taste
of wet fur and warm milk.
You know the dance.
Raise your muzzle to the moon.
The Owl will tell you when.
The snake will show you where.

“When the Words Flow”

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WHEN THE WORDS FLOW

Sometimes,
like tonight,
there’s just
no hurry.
Both of us
are relaxed
and both of us
just want to
make it
last.
There’s no
pressure
on either
of us,
just the quiet
anticipation
of seeing
just how long
we can
keep it
going.

“One Hot Lady”

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This poem first appeared in MOUTH MUSIC, a collection published in 1997. It is one of an extended series depicting my lifelong relationship with my muse.

ONE HOT LADY

While waiting
for a mocking muse
to loosen her lips
I continue stroking,
caressing every key
I can reach. Who
knows which one
just might unlock
the barely contained
passion, passion
powerful enough
to convulse us both
in an orgasmic frenzy
so frighteningly forceful
neither of us will be able
to walk for a week.
It’ll be worth the wait,
and both of us know it.
I can feel her
starting to squirm.

“Thoughts of an Old Rogue”

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THOUGHTS OF AN OLD ROGUE

I remember the first elephant
I experienced in Kenya.
I’ve seen dozens,
even hundreds in years since,
but that first one
remains vivid in my memory.
Standing alone,
he was not part of any herd.
He was a rogue,
an old bull
standing alone,
as if waiting.
We came too close
and he didn’t hesitate
to charge us.
Recently, more than once,
I have pictured his furious rush toward us.
The truth
is that I feel a growing affinity
to that old rogue.
I, too, grow old
and increasingly unfit
for any of the herds
I have known
and of which I was once a part.
I need to admit something else,
as well. It’s getting far more difficult
to stifle the urge to charge
when others get too close.
I just wish I had that old bull’s bulk,
or at least his tusks.

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