My Loyal Muse
You hide in the hollows of my studio apartment walls
like a scared kitty cat.
I hear your low, pathetic rumble of a purr –
sounding more like a hungry man’s empty stomach
than a desired lover’s moan.
For sport, in kindness, simply because I can’t resist,
I place a bowl of warm milk next to the door –
alluring you near, but never quite drawing you out
for a drink.
I know I can’t help those who won’t help themselves.
Frustrated, I retreat to my writing chair
to meet you here in the spaces between–
the only place you willing come–
my defiant lover but loyal muse.
A Warrior Princess