Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Poem, 2.19.03


My Muse

My imagination is blank
awaiting him
impatient
He comes unannounced
fills me up
making love
to my mind
He enters my fingertips
grips my pen
dances on the paper
Once he's spent
he's gone in a flash
All he leaves me
are words on the page

1 comment:

Abbie said...

I know the feeling!!