My Muse Is a She DevilA Poem by Cardinal Robin
My Muse Is a She Devil Who am I to judge the value, merit, intensity of my spirit singing your love’s essence through me in a delicate, organic balance. Interconnectivity is the original Nativity. In the bond of a handshake between matching pairs I found the Basic Us buoying me up and expanding my knowing of Love and Irony. Could I, You require me, desire in You freeing fear not freely but perhaps, No, Truly, really free and Loving in abundance. Caught up in our toffee your warmth sticks me to the roof of you and in turn you catch and release me for hours on end. The fish is caught we feast and lift this Beast of Burden with One finger, so it’s meant to BE. We couldn’t have planned it to make it better. Did it just land in our lap? I look long into your Endlessness and you say, “YES” in me. You never broke my heart, It blew apart the Instant and now it’s sacred pieces fill the Universe with Soul, Yours and Mine, DIVINE! Robin © 2008 Cardinal RobinFeatured Review
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