Embrace me tight. Whisper to me those words filed in your brain.

Give them to me. I need them. Lots of them. I’m always word hungry.

Day in day day out. Scrap them here there everywhere. I need them as I

need air. Feel empty without them. Naked. Empty. Give me some. More.

Thank you. I love you. Your breasts are full of them. I’m an eternal

infant before you. Even in my old age. I still am. Forgive me sweet

muse. I don’t know for how long more I’ll be bothering you.

In the meantime. Give me. I appreciate each and every word you give

to me. I’m not an ungrateful man. I’m not. I love you and respect you.

Let me drink to your health. Salud! Cheers!

I want you to lay with me this evening. I need you. I do.

I’ll be gentle as each time. Without any awkwardness…we will have

the window open. Fresh water on the night table. We will talk as

always. Sweet Muse of mine, I’m counting on you.

EO