An Ode to My Muse
In times of shadowed screens you rise
from hidden spaces where you reside
bring poems, tales, some in disguise
dance as my fingers do abide.
Words pour forth, daring scenes unfold
conflict, humor, perhaps a killing,
enhanced by characters mellow to bold
woven into stories sensual, light and thrilling.
This path of words I owe to you
I breathe delight, my joy exude
into the night, we type anew
scene after scene with you accrued.
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