Muse

(villanelle)
My Muse appears to me in woman’s guise,    
A glimpse of furled smile's grace in new dawn light,    
When I with guided hand her touch advise.  
 
Her riffs and rills bring thrilling pen’s arise,    
As sacred ink flows free from fingered plight.    
My Muse appears to me in woman’s guise.    
 
How quick she spreads her need that I baptize    
With mouth’ed line and phrase for her delight    
When I, with guided hand, her touch advise.    
 
With every stroke complete and stroke revise,    
She opens more her gain, my wants incite.    
My Muse appears to me in woman’s guise.  
    
‘Til rushing come: her ink, my pen’s surprise,    
In finished pulsing song we both recite,    
When I, with guided hand, her touch advise.  
   
How stains on sheets, our congress work supplies,    
How sweet the spoils taste, on lips excite.    
My Muse appears to me in woman’s guise,    
When I, with guided hand, her touch advise.