The Prelude
to the Sonnet of a Muse
I was telling her
about you
and what you do
to inspire me!
And I came up
with poetry.
You’ll see!

But, for now,
take flight:
Goodnight!

(The 1 a.m. Sonnet of a Muse)

She is a muse
to me.
A clever woman
inspires poetry!

She strips away
my vanity;
questions
my very sanity.

And when I see her
start to type,
I must respond
while the time is ripe!

(My head and hands, both, may explode!
From stimulation overload!)