MUSES

I want to lie down with muses lithe

Wrapped in long legs and fingers supple

Dreaming long hours of sacrament's nuptial

Returning the gaze of such innocent eyes

Oh to lie down with muses

In a garden grown over with trellised vines

At twilight's tide bedewed with mist

In grape leaves purple lilacs wind

The warm breeze sweet with absinth

And my muse half dreams in sleepy eyes

Half turns and breathes a tender smile

lips part like flowers on rosey briar

Pink the tongue that soft beguiles

I want to lie down with muses lithe

Wrapped in long legs and fingers supple

Dreaming long hours of sacrament's nuptial

Returning the gaze of such innocent eyes

Oh to lie down with muses

And my dreams would be as ripening grain

Thick with seed of wish and word

That spill desire and joy and pain

Sure as the wings of Branwen's bird

That sings soft spring across the moor

Though her mistress labor in weary stone

That chirps with joy the heavens' score

That breathes new life with every tone

I want to lie down with muses lithe

Wrapped in long legs and fingers supple

Dreaming long hours of sacrament's nuptial

Returning the gaze of such innocent eyes

Oh to lie down with muses

And morning is heavy with cloud today

And threatens rain if I should rise

The wind carries scent of that bitter grey

That on the heavens heavy lies

And at my window the briared rose

Bitter with thorn heavy with time

Nestles one bud that sleepily grows

Like the soft green glance of such innocent eyes

And I want to lie down with muses