Don’t Hurry Back, Honey

Amar Ujala

Writer’s block is a vacation… RAW

Sometimes the Muse packs her panties
and leaves you for someone else,
perhaps an Argentinian polo player
or a cassowary hunter from Innisfail.

No need to take this personally.

She wants you and she will be back.
She can’t live without your voice.
She needs your empty mouth,
your tongue to form her words.

She is a being of insatiable desire.
No one lover can ever satisfy her.
She fucks and flies fast as a goddess,
flits from bud to bud like a horny bee.

She’ll return to your head soon enough,
filling it with words, lies, dreams,
murmuring sweet nothings as yet unsaid.

While she’s away, just enjoy the rest,
forget the fickle strumpet’s endless asks.

Binge watch TV, play the lottery, eat.
Life when she’s gone, a too brief treat.