A gorgeous guy approached me the other day.
said he’d like to be my lover.
“Well now, sir, that takes some thought.” I said.
“You see I’m a poet and Apollo is my lover.
I am slave to his every whim. Any time,
Any place I hear his whispered sigh, I yield to him.
Together we vibrate to a rhythm unique.
We ride his chariot on a current of words and emotions,
and our consummation is the creation of a poem.
A satisfying affair it has been ….till now—
but if you’re not the jealous type…”
