Making Love To The Muse Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Making Love To The Muse

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She followed me downward,
her lips were on fire

From the depths of her lake,
every wish she inspired

Water everywhere,
lily pads on end

A frog left unkissed,
the price of pretend

She looked at me sadly,
the bottom came soon

My arms reached out madly,
to drown or to swoon

Her voice calling gently,
my spirit renamed

As my soul she undressed,
—inside her again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August,2017)

Monday, August 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: muse
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Walker 13 September 2020

I believe that there is a source of poetic inspiration, most people call it the Muse. Feminine. The words do come from outside you in some way, could be from God. A brilliant poem.

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 21 August 2017

Water everywhere, lily pads on end A frog left unkissed, the price of pretend Ah..what a beauty...in every tiny stanza, there blooms love.. My arms reached out madly, to drown or to swoon Her voice calling gently, my spirit renamed As my soul she undressed, —inside her again` Great poem sir.10 for the sharing. Subhas

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Great POEM KURT THANK YOU FOR SHARING MARIO ODEKERKEN

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