CALLING ERATO, a poem

Where are you muse?

Please come whisper

gold in my ear

What would great Shakespeare

have done without you?

I sit patiently poised

awaiting Erato,

goddess of poetry,

to plant sweet phrases

in my anxious mind

Help me sing songs

to my true love

I will write down

your inspiring words

engendering romance

NEVER MORE

          Alone with my thoughts

          and the memories

          of what once was

          but is no more

          Time and geography

          parted us forever

          so we may remember

          but reconnect, never

         

ONE NIGHT

          She knew with a glance

          she had found romance

          knowing she would seize her chance

          before the night was over

for a lovely phallic dance

          There could be no regret

          She would never forget

          her uninhibited pleasure

of a joy beyond measure

          a memory to treasure

          When her body grew old

          in bed alone and cold

she would long to dream

of that romantic flight

          lasting for just one night