My muse has curled up at my feet,
his breath feathering my cold soles
until from my limbs pours his sweet
influence. He and I often in morning's
dim light gnaw on thick bones in search
of the fat marrow, the hidden vein.
Each day, the greater success is his.
READING DATES
LODESTAR
published by
Finishing Line Press,
March 2011.
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