Muse:

MUSE:

now as i watch the bees

i am a flower.

****

now as i grip

the humming metal roar

and huddle in a hundred miles an hour

i contemplate what symbios is for.

****

now as i am becoming less aware

of how this universe is set aside

from me (or a dream,

or a stone), i stare

into a cold night

a billion stars wide

****

for once

i woke to your caress and found

lips and hands lightly moving over skin,

and this is how our winding rhythms bound:

two flowers without,

one garden within.

so loving, so loving,

so loving my muse!

you showed how one's body

can tumble in twos.

J W Cooper
February 1995

Copyright ^© John W. Cooper