If Only For Tonight. {Poem}

Am I your muse

In this dark and seedy place
Where you recite words
Written by giants—the literary greats
I take in your sultry, masculine voice
Taste and savor your words
Let them roll over my tongue 
And through my lips
The richest delicacy
Spewing the stars and cursing the moon

Filled with longing, I need to know
Is this love, lust, or something in between

My soul spews the profanities of my aching heart
Through ink onto perfectly lined pages

What is my truth? What is yours?
Are you willing to open yourself to me
Get naked on paper and bare your soul?
Will you invite me to witness that which you hold sacred
Secrets that tear at your insides
That which stirs you awake and haunts you through the night?

Questions remain unanswered
As passion moves us, driving us to your darkened lair
A star that has collapsed within itself

Where light has been eclipsed- forever burned out
Returned to the black nothingness of the night
My love, if only for tonight— 
Tell me the words I long to hear
For tonight, if only for tonight—
You are my king, my lover, my betrothed
Take me, my love, in complete surrender
With passion between the sheets
For tonight I will be your angel

You—my saving grace

Recite to me words written long ago
Written by giants—the literary greats
I will take in your sultry, masculine voice
Taste and savor your words
Let them roll over my tongue 
And through my lips
The richest delicacy
Spewing the stars and cursing the moon-
For tonight, Tonight I am not just your muse
In this dark and seedy place…

Author: Mary Rogers

Editor: Renée Picard

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