Mutual Muses is excerpts from a poetic dialogue between two strangers who collided and combusted in 1999 on match.com (when j-sim met a-rum)
Ahem. How goes it little one? Up for new games?
Merry lets pretends that we are friends. Or perhaps a sharing of the mystery of life stories far removed. Not asking you to sell your soul- just for an email tete a tete. (-j)
"Have you ever read of the tiger, who devoured the damsel of his hearts desire, fed by his lust to feed on her flesh, and was left afterwards to be haunted by her graceful bones."
"Or the tiny insect, who made exploration of his lovers body into a journey of days, through mountain, and valley, and forest."
"But I think it was Bronte, not Neruda, who warned women to school themselves the work of poets so as to not be fooled by the sentiments of a rogues tongue, I could be wrong."
Oh silly me, to pull the rug from out of under myself.
Tit for Tat, you say? do play. (-a)
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