Humbled as
Molasses
Awestruck.
Your way
is sweet and pothole deep.
It catches me
with syrupy mesmerize-ation.
Black strapped-ly complex
stuck in between everything,
known or dreamt.
You’re Muse embodied.
Distracting and welcomed.
Conflicted and twisting,
you could be trouble for me;
or I for you.
further than this
actually I mean
beyond temptation,
as our souls know
what is right and good
and may it be always
for the greater good
let each be muse twirling
through creations exchanged
Never deny any of it.
we may have been through
but now-
now what, “Puddle-Duck”?
Thin Tin String 