Dead women come to accept the role of muse.
Brides may flee the altar on a cue from the muse.
Jolted from feckless sleep to a shaky tango,
Some men first call upon a truant muse.
I saw you cutting brightly colored pictures —
Made me think you might be married to a muse.
Freud called for honey, yeast and sour paste,
Not the first to think he could cure a sick muse.
Two weeks incognito in a harem
Can reinvigorate a tongue-tied muse.
Stirred by a painted beauty, a man may
Close the door, and forget he has a muse.
Aroused by a invocation to a muse of fire
Sookie stirs, stretches, says she is not that muse.