City of Legends

It has been coming in flickers and flashes (I know my creative personality all too well).  The desire to write something blood-fusion-hot in the way of some erotic poetry, to breathe out the solferino flames of the dragon.  There’s just one problem: No current muse.

Oh, yes, I could link to a memory and write something fiercely carnal and heated, that would melt keyboards and ignite screens.  That people would use to get laid.

But I’m over writing about the past in the present.  At least from that aspect.  Remembering a meal is not very nutritious.  And, make no mistake, I am hungry.  To the point of mad ferality. 

I could write of Abstra, the muse of the abstract lover.  But that would be disingenuous.  And, to be honest, to me, a bit boring.  I am considering retiring her.

I could write it of any of the lovely ladies who inhabit this constellation of my life, as friends and collaborators.  But that would elevate her to a place where she would rapidly become uncomfortable (as I know women, for the most part, regardless of what they say, want to control the temperature in the room) and off-balance.  Besides, it would be, at least in some vectors, a lie. While I may think of someone in that way (no names, please) I am doing my best to save the heat, the fire, the thermonuclear glory, for someone special, someone who might stick around and share their life.  You know, someone who wants more than a remote or weekend fling with verbal snapshots to remember in their old age.

I guess, for all the speculation to the contrary, I am sort of the anti-Joe Gideon.  I’m not looking for tourists in my love life, you know, the kind of person who has read the brochure and wants to know what it is like to dance with the man who has danced with the legends on the cliffs.  I want someone who is serious about moving in, taking up residence and giving me a reason to move the furniture around a bit. 

For all my chaos, my native state is as a domesticated animal.  Never been otherwise.  Stupid, on more than one occasion.  Gullible?  Certainly. 

I think I will just keep the fire in the belly of the dragon until it is the right time to breathe it out again.  Trust me, it’ll keep and when it does finally have cause to be released, you’ll know it.

And so will she.