Erato

Erato

Erato, Muse of erotica; I think you’ve been short changed.
Hidden behind all the oohing and ahhing, your
greatest seductions go unnoticed.
Like the day he woke up feeling like shit
and went to work anyway.
When he texts at midnight just to make sure I’ve gone to bed,
like a good little insomniac.
Four days in a row on 12 hour shifts, yet he stays awake long enough to
make sure I have my tea to get up to.
Kissing me and rolling over, because no matter how he feels;
I sound tired.
These are the ingredients that make a man,
It has nothing to do with the wallpaper; and
I can buy my own damn chocolate.