For a Distant Muse
If you lived next door,
I’d knock.
The wine has draped
my evening’s work
like burgundy velvet.
The music is tea with milk.
Candle shadows
and incense ghosts
fill the room.
I’m ready to curl
around your warmth
and drift into dreams.
But our doors open onto a canyon
that only your inspiration can leap.
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About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
Lovely!
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Thank you!
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Very very romantic indeed =)
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Yeah, I can get pretty sappy.
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Keep it up Poet!
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Wordsmith, you did well.
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Thank you very much.
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