Oil on canvas.
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THE MUSE RODE HIM CLOSE
A shape like smoke made flesh.
Sliding in and out of him with easy
Obscene intimacy.
Her crab-limbs made a frame of him
Draped across his shoulders
Like a lover
And a harness.
At moments she kissed the cracks
In his armor.
At others she raked sparks from his masque
Shrieking with delight.
He ignored her laughter.
Or perhaps
He felt it as an additional instrument
In a much larger composition.
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