the muse is a gruff and tender-hearted man

[nabil]

I have wanted you to be a waif-boy; thin and pale, asymmetrical dark hair and light eyes; fey and sweetly vicious. But you are a big man, looking less educated then you are, speaking more roughly then you are-- ashamed of your body and your sweat and your maleness which I love-- multiple showers a day, a light voice speaking quickly in this sort of stream associative poetry of curses and threats that are so over-the-top they make me laugh.

I have wanted a waif but I am so delighted to have you.

I will buy you a duster at the army supply store; I will coax you into a good mood; I will let you make me laugh on a hard day. Let us go together, you and I, to the late-night Mexican restaurant with the waiter who you will call, with great respect and admiration, the robo-dude. I will accompany you to the theater with the best accoustics in DC; I will sit with you in the seat precisely chosen for the best view; I will do this on opening night of the most apalling and explosion-filled movie to come out this way; I will wait with you in a line circling the block for two hours and I will be delighted by the privilege. Just come to me tonight, dear love, dear lost neglected inspiration, come to me and tell me a story.

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[jesse_the_k]

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