Invocation

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you slide beneath my sheets, Poet,

insinuate yourself between my intentions
offering posies of images
garlands of metaphor

you seize my pen, wrestle the Muse

champion dark verbiage
while I am mute with song

now my days and nights

are printed in lines between the sheets,
you soothe me Poet,

each stroke, each inky mark,
a declaration

and then I turn the page and you are gone

xxx