Monday, June 20, 2011

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

9 comments:

lucychili said...

lovely =)

Stafford Ray said...

is that all it takes to get rid of a lover! just turn the page. This is juicy or is it me? Don't care. I enjoyed the read and yes, I will turn the page and you will be gone but temporarily i hope!

jabblog said...

It's strange how words can sometimes insist on being written regardless of the original intention.

Marian said...

yum yum, yes indeed this is exactly how it is, isn't it?

Mandy said...

It made me ponder.....

Jo Bryant said...

I really like this. :)

Willow said...

Wow, the ending took my breath away...

The Paradoxical Cat said...

Lovely, great ending.

mpucukilalang said...

yes.... i agree... the ending was surprising! great job. :)