you want to see your dear muse

You want to see your dear muse
From behind a breathless curtain
Where he aches
And absorbs the absence of love

Throbbing alone in his gutless moments

Wondering if you are even curious
If you ever catch your breath
If you ever still your waters
If you could ever feed from him

Your dear muse is a frightful desperate bird
Flightless without wind
Songless and mute and pining
Waiting until evening
When the lonesome mourning dove
Coos a grieving chorus
To picture you in the throws

Aching as he aches
Longing as as he longs
Below him
Above him and swaying
Lippy kisses in an ancient dance

There is a memory pricking him

It is a surrender not to him
Of love not his
A candle on another shelf
Melting and dripping
Wet and glistening
From a flame he will not snuff

You in your most breathy voice
After collapsing on your lover
Will beg him to write

And after he pecks the lice from his earthbound feathers
He will wet your lips again
With the unbridled lust
That poisons his pouting pen
And craves the ungotten whimpers
In the pale lit room
Behind the callous curtain.

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Its just me ....making my rounds and whispering messages in your ear.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

This is what happens when you do not write for an eternity.....Ahhhhh....the agony of want and death....I haven't needed either, but they hunt me. I ve been devout in their silence. It's almost summer now. The hot scorching sun may warm me as your visuals do....though the window sill is always a treacherous place to dream.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I am absorbing every word, and every line. I have missed your presence here at the Cafe, Matt. I hope this extraordinary piece is but a mere fraction of what's to come. Welcome back!

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Absolutely beautiful poem..ripe with brilliant metaphor and tortured imagery. Eloquent language, barbed-wire and fallen angel verses with great form, flow, cadence, use of repetition for emphasis. You speak a poet’s truth- “Your dear muse is a frightful desperate bird..Flightless without wind”. We are the wind. Brilliant, perfect. Kudos.