at night my muse awakes

at night my muse awakes
sighing and whispering in my ear
I tell her I want to read
but she urges me
With her fingers
you can read later, her words
silky on her tongue, insistent
every night she woos me
until I am won like a maiden
my pen scribbling across the page
while her hands stroke my hair
I lose track of the words
lose track of time
writing with mounting fury
when her lips find my collarbone
our spirits move together
through the silent hours
until my muse is sated
I put down my pen
and crawl back to bed



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