A little Fucked-up Poem by HK

I always wanted to amuse 
a musician
To charm his chiseled smile
towards infusion
of heat, blood, rhythm, and
connection
Charged between our carefree
souls, homegrown tart
appointed where no one knows

I always wanted to become
a muse for my 
musician
Just be me
Folded where
the crevices need
a shielding 
Hold a disciple
the discipline
in bleeding
Just a chord to choke
your choir in
Acquire me--let's dream
the dreamer's delight
that enlighten
Just be me
Loved where
care had drained
to indifference
Music played
beat the beats
Legitimate love is
only need;
same difference

Died, the day awaken…
…awakening, when
immortality tilts
Dents, formed to
shaken. . .
. . .Shaking, the
tottering of stilts

Take me my musician
Become my personal
New Age religion

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