Three Muses

Three muses haunt my dreams tonight
one sleeps on my breast,
the other on my thigh
The third one gives me water
of tears that have dried

Three muses visit me tonight
quietly wetting my lips
they smell of seas and music,
of oceans made of dreams
Yet, by my side they weep!

One of them sings a song,
of waters moving swiftly
forgotten long ago
The other speaks of fire,
above the world’s ideas
of memories and ghosts
The third one speaks of fears,
the tunes of older songs
laughing in voices lost

You know God, one of them says
in between her smiles, deep
deep water of her brows
a muse in my song’s dream

I laugh at her words, sayings
I cannot but accept
if God is blood between my legs
then yes, I know her well
I know her deep desires,
her fires made of red
her tears, sweat, and sleepless nights
I know her smell of flesh

Three muses visit me tonight
I cannot see them go,
stay with me longer, stay a while
muses of my life’s lore
Tell me the stories of seas and winds
of restless nights, my broken wings,
tell me my muses, whispers of youth
Show me I beg you the taste of truth!