LoverMuse

I am a poet,
and he is my lovermuse.

his limbs fall into lines,
his fingers roll words to rhythm,
he drinks down history,
he tells me policy,
he sips my beers.

his brain is deep,
he talks and talks,
his eyes gaze,
his arms ripple and curve,
he says he takes it easy on the drugs now,
he has things to lose now.

he heats up next to me,
sleeps like white noise next to me,
his heart is beating
like lustlove to me,
he sees right into me,
knows how to lay his hands
right onto me.

I am a poet,
and he is the poem.