Making Love To The Muse Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
Making Love To The Muse
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)
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
Great POEM KURT THANK YOU FOR SHARING MARIO ODEKERKEN
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9/19/2024 8:14:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
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.