A Muse Misused (National Poetry Month Day 21)

She shimmers inbetween the verbs
Stains the lines a lipstick violet
Rocks her hips on throbbing verse
And gathers her hair before the volta.

She left long ago, before the fame,
Yet still he abuses all her favors,
Her spirit haunts his every phrase,
Unpermitted, a secret passion
Thrown to the world.

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