Muse Vomit
Every now and then my Muse visits me when she's been indulging in drink with the fairies. The inspirations she gives me at those times are incomplete and twisted...but they are not invaluabe. I record those ramblings here, in hopes that she will make sense of it all upon her return to me.


Monday, January 19, 2004  

I am in love with a version of me

I trace the line of his brow with my hand
and from jaw to chin covered with stuble

My hands tangling in his hair
as he slides, making me wanton

I am in love so I cry silently

I taste the salt of my tears with our tongue
and from feet to chin screaming so subtle

My hands trespassing in his hair
his ring, for a moment forgotten

posted by The Amazon | 4:42 PM

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