Bang in the middle
Of a summer afternoon...
Witnessing the  marriage
of dust and heat...
Sweat-drenched i daydream...
And am overcome with oneness ..
Yet not alone...

A tap on my shoulder...
A gentle tugging of my hair...
A touch on the back of my hand...
Fingers running unobtrusively
On the veins of my wrist...
Lips bestowing Angel kisses
Behind my ear..

Cajoling...nudging...
"Hey hey...Is it over?
The poems...
The adulation..
The unadulterated devotion
That art has for it's muse...
Is it fading?"

"Silly Muse...
Silly silly beautiful Muse
You are my poem...
the shape of my words
I feel you in each melting-in-heat
Breath...
Never fading...never over..."