4-16-2015
Mistress Moon,
don’t beg to be
my muse
The music is far better
when played in golden brackets.
its branching beat
has climbed my head
and monopolized
my polarized
closed mind
It will flip the switch
by force
and unpleasant
it its discourse
but ever eased
by such a gentle touch
a hand I once revolted
but love too much.