Erato-cism
My Muse and I
have an erratic relationship.
When the urge comes upon me
and I really need her loving embrace,
sometimes my Muse
lavishes kisses on my straining pen,
but sometimes she leaves me dangling,
no verse at all erected.
No matter how hard I strain,
my desire wilts ungraced
by any climax.
No poetry spurts forth.