Any Muse in a Storm?

By Bud Koenemund

Any Muse in a Storm?

For Kitty Boyce

If thou think'st I

offer my heart to each muse,
thou art mistaken.

Vulgar Divinity

By Bud Koenemund

For Kitty

The words – vulgar – not for use in polite company.

Yet, somehow beautiful in your mouth…in the moment.

Arms embracing…

Bodies superimposed…

Penetrating…

Fingers searching…

Intertwined…

Mouths touching, each breathing in the others' breath…

…and your moan in my ear, urging me on.

In the physical, we're not "making love,"

or merely "having sex." No, desire for one another has driven us past that.

And, as our little deaths approach…

Inevitable…

Unstoppable…

"Fuck me!"

This plea, paired with endearments, becomes divine;

a connection to some heavenly thing I reach out to grasp

before plummeting back to Earth.