<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=577406" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Muse I Once Had</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wrapped inside the cages of hedonistic <br>Byways, looking for the hemlock of the anniversary one<br>Last time, <br>At least I can say I kissed her lips and held on to<br>Her, and took her out into the waves<br>Even though she could not swim: which made all of the tourists<br>Watch us even more; <br>And we made love: and we made love in almost a year<br>Of adultery, <br>But all throughout those fiery nights, the souls of my <br>Words ran lonely- <br>And it got colder as more of the years approached: <br>She went back to him, sated and bent and subtle like <br>Soft wood I had imprinted with my telephone number: <br>And her two children, waiting for fireworks-<br>Hungry as rabbits- she said she was not a good mother, <br>But she would not leave them- A Mexican woman, <br>Her husband exhibiting entire control over her, <br>Except for with me- for this last year, <br>And the times we made love- now she is a lion, <br>A rose content to be a in a cage- and when I see her mother<br>Cleaning the windows of the Italian restaurant <br>Along Okeechobee Boulevard- working without <br>A smile, bent and overweight- I think of the muse I once had, <br>And I think that must be her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bret+R.+Crabrooke">Bret R. Crabrooke</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=577406" data-title="The Muse I Once Had de Bret R. Crabrooke" data-description="Wrapped inside the cages of hedonistic Byways, looking for the hemlock of the anniversary one Last time, At least I can say I kissed her lips and held on to Her, and took her out into the waves Even though she could not swim: which made all of t..."></div> </div> </div>

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