If muse were my lover
If muse were my lover
I would call her Musee
An extra ‘e’ for empathy
We would make
Such wild love
That the earth would tremble
And the sky would shudder
By the echoes
Of our upsurge
The creaking bed
Adding just the right note
To the cadence
The neighbour’s dog
May get the whiff
But who cares!
Then lying placidly
Along side each other
I would run my fingers
Through her hair
And together
We shall count
The shooting stars
In the night sky
Next morning
Before going to work
I would nuzzle her nose
And kiss her eyelids
Later in the afternoon
I would sneak
Out of my workplace
Peck at her
And chew her
Bit by bit
Nibble at her
Fondle her
And amid all this
Frenzied activity
Look at her
In a moment of stillness
Rubens’ indulgent repose
Venus at a Mirror
Oil on panel
And would again make
Such wild love
That the earth would tremble
And the sky would shudder
By the echoes
Of our upsurge
Every night and every noon
Shall we make love
And make poems
If muse were my lover
9 September 2006
(*Inspired by Vandana’s comment on Caferati: “The muses are being
very kind to you, Sanjay.”)
