Jennifer L Granville


My Muse - Poem by Jennifer L Granville

My Muse is a drunken slut
And today,
I do not fear her.

I know she is a Siren
And I knows she is easy
To mistake for me.

But I do not fear her today.

For Bacchus is my father too
And there can be found
Beauty

In the pristine clink
Of ice against crystal
The same gentility
As bangle against bangle
On a slender wrist
With lips mouthing laureates.

I do not fear you Muse
Because you do not own me,
Nor I you,
And neither of us needs to.

For it is in nature that we find each other.
And good or bad,
Or worst of all mediocre,
I see you
And know you

And we shall embrace each other
For what ever ends...

So kiss my cheek
And mark me with the stain of your red lips
And the scent of your drink
And know that I smile as I know

That that is what my strength is for.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 14, 2009



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