Kiss of the muses

         Come,
         my male Polyhymnia,
         Shed your Crotus' skin
         Under the light
         Of Sagittarius.
         Forget your need
         To hunt,
         Let yourself be
         Captured.
         Follow my
         Salt-sweat rivulets,
         Soft hills,
         Valleys ,
         Down to,
         The crevice,
         The cave.
         Lust and create.
         With gentle hands
         Unlock the spring of
         Magic potions.
         Let them
         Quench your thirst.
         Enchanted,
         Inspired,
         Dive deep
         Into the sorceress,
         Into her warm well.
         Later
         She might ban
         You onto
         Paper.

         Blue Moon

         Tonight
         The moon calls me.
         I feel its silvery cry
         Through every wall.
         I step outside
         I kneel and drink it in:
         Every particle
         Of its frigid beauty.
         In it flows,
         Deeper and deeper,
         And out again.
         It runs through me,
         Drips from
         The tips of my fingers,
         Invisible ink
         On virgin-white vellum.
         Night voices whisper
         Of laughter, long forgotten
         Oblivious vows
         Alien dreams.
         Imagination's breath
         Gives ultraviolet words
         The kiss of life.
         And suddenly
         You all rise
         From hidden places.
         You sing songs
         Of love long lost,
         Perishable promises,
         Past passion plays .
         We dance a
         Sensuous moon dance,
         Enfolded in
         Black-blue velvet
         Shot-through with
         Threads of ice-cold silver
         While comets fall
         And shower us
         With things
         That were.

         Dawn

         Achromatic
         A glass pane
         Throws back
         Me
         Caught in
         The stillness
         Of reflection.
         Drawn into
         My own image
         I am not sure
         If anything
         Out there
         Really exists.
         As a new day's
         Soft grey
         Spirit
         Embraces
         The concrete
         World
         And gives it
         The kiss of light,
         Reality wakes,
         Dissolves my
         Narcistic image
         And renders
         Me
         Irrelevant
         In the face
         Of Outside's
         Mortifying
         Beauty.