By Charles Robert Lindholm
I hear voices
whispering
in The Backside Of The Night
Calling to me softly
tempting me
to write
They tease me
with the visions
of lovers intertwined
And the surging
rush of oneness
that swiftly fills my mind
And the Muses Laugh
to see how easily
I’m lured to write
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