The Muse

God's work is planned I stand here with a man that talked to me so candidly More than I'd choose My lips once rouged I feel again the blues of longing, ever longing, to be confused He wrote me a letter Saying he would love me better When my poor sons begetter the rules Spoke of love like hunger He at once was younger, ever younger, in my hunger for a muse Finest man that I've seen ever since my eyes have been But his honesty did gleam me blind Keep those thoughts from sight Follow me into the night And you can call on me when you need the light Don't you be scared of me I'm nothing but the beast And I'll call on you when I need to feast You know what I need Why won't you giveth me? Must I fall down at your feet and plead?