No Rest~by Jeff Cannon

 

 

No Rest

I can’t seem to rest
When I roll over
Sleep tossed log across
Slumber’s rambling unblanketed beach
Relax into silence
Retrieve scattered threads of me
Knit myself back together

Angry
The Muse spanks my ass

Before my own her
Half-moon eyes cry:
“Is that anyway to treat me? What kind of hospitality is this?
I came so far to kiss my words into your body
Feed the pulse of your heart so my passion fires your blood?”

What
Can I say
Before her wondrous vision but
“Forgive me, my Love
Forgive me!
Take me
I am
Yours!”

© Jeff Cannon, 06/04/2014, 8:22 am, at desk