Raven to his Flame


My muse
the spark of inspiration
the flame that burns in the heart of the poet
the heart of me
you are the flame that inspires me
my muse and
if I could choose where I write the words of desire
my desire for you
I would write my poems
with my tongue on your skin
each teasing movement
a metaphoric expression of my hunger
lingering where my words should rhyme
in my verse of desire, taking my time
until in a caesura I look at you
the naked woman lying beneath me
to see all that I want
for in that pause the mood changes
as like a volta turns a sonnet
the teasing is over
and the lovemaking begins


© JG Farmer 2018
Form: Free Verse

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