and wait for you, Dear Muse,
never knowing if you will come
and enter me today,
and if you do,
I have no notion
what you will bring.
I glance out at the eastern sky,
at the orange glow
then close my eyes again
and sit here in my darkness,
waiting with delicious coffee– the warm
brown brew I crave
like I crave you.
I take that first warm sip–
the sound of ahhhh rising
from my throat–
a sound so pure
and filled with poetry
it teaches me to listen
to my deepest voice—
the voice that has no words,
that says what I can’t say,
a sound of praise,
an ode
that anyone who savors
the beauty of that taste will know.
I take another sip
and shake my head in awe
and again that deep felt
ahhhhhh
rises from my throat
and fills the empty room
with poetry that no one hears.
How does such beauty come
into my cup and to my tongue
and from where?
What journey has it taken
before arriving at my lips?
And then I think of you,
my dangerous friend,
calling me again from where you live—
that realm I sense
is somewhere near,
as if you are the girl next door
whose house I want to enter
without knocking
so I can take you in my arms,
Dear Muse
and know again
the taste of you
and hear our screams
fill the room
with our wild poetry.
