Saturday with he Muse

the blood moon sweats
blue, red crush, misting
purple rain, falling

who do they think
they are disturbing
my dark, restless night…
happy squirrels, bird song,
the sun shining too bright
when all I ask is to
wither here in peace

i live for the sweet
in between…dawn and
darkening dusk when
the hot summer sun
is muted

i never wanted to
love you but my
heart always gets
what it wants


Magnetic Poetry Online

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