Midnight Muse

The night too dark for 3 am, just a pit

where my last drink should have been

Before I would have,

with winter fog and careless faces meant to take from me,

Before one dock met an ancient

brown-stoned floor and unknown laughter,

joy behind every creeping painting—

It was really the talk, (your voice or that smirk)?

Nice kitchen I don’t know what you said

but I

woke too early in ecstasy for a day to begin.

A two soul meeting.

You make me feel

I want to desert my history and crack the stars

This yearning stripped me down to my long

hair naked and sensual, broken things laid bare

You make me feel

The ache in your dimples from my too wide

smile, we stole the sun

you know, I never do this

Love?

No one is ready for us, earth-breakers and the

world over a look

You make me feel.