Returning MUSE

The first light with

Golden reflections from

The gable walls will wake him

From his embryo-lie’s

Most pleasant skin sensations

Of a dream about love and a


As promised by Ana

Who lived with him by his

Poetic strophe:

“Love is the Universe

The web its pulsing Vein

That’s where we meet

That’s where our juices



It’s still installed in him

Whenever he rips himself

From the tactile sensual


Spending the night with

His Muse.




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