My muse drowned.

 

I thought she was water-proof,

So I mixed her into my cup of ice

and let her sit,

Chilling,

Thrilling at the thought

of gulping her down

in one swift shot,

All effervescent

and bubbly,

Bumping,

Pumping through my veins

My brain,

My synapses,

Electric with the magic

Of word and sensory spark,

To illumine all imaginings,

Like glitter thrown to inky glue.

 

Sej2022