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The Poet and his Muse

Date: 10/24/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

entered the kitchen, her eyes widened as she looked up at the wooden ceiling and noticed the skylights, the sunlight pouring in the large windows, the bird feeders, the round oak table with Jason’s laptop and notebook. “Wow, your place is amazing. I tried imagining it, but this is nothing like I imagined.” Jason liked her enthusiastic response, her radiant smile, the way her eyes moved around the room, how, after she put her backpack and computer satchel on the floor, she rubbed her hand over the wooden counter. He also noticed her breasts stretching the black turtle neck, barely covered by the unbuttoned flannel shirt and how her hips and round ass strained her snug faded jeans. “So why are you here?” Jason asked. “To tell you the truth, I don’t really know. It’s complicated. That’s why I’m here.” “What do you mean it’s complicated? What made you drive five hours without letting me know and just showing up. I have to admit I was upset when you told me you were nearby and asked for directions. I'm not used to visitors.” “Sorry I upset you. I knew you wouldn’t like it. I mean, you told me many times how you want to be left alone, but I couldn’t help it. I had to come.” “What do you mean you had to come? I don't understand.” Allison shrugged her shoulders. “I don't understand either. I don't know what to say.” Oscar sniffed at her scuffed boots while Jason gazed at her in awkward silence, then reached for his white teapot on the stove. “How about some coffee or tea? I might ... as well be hospitable. ” “Coffee would be great. Make it strong, I’ve been on the road since four this morning.” She took a deep breath before speaking. “It's hard to explain why I'm here. Why I had to come.” “I'm all ears. I'd like to know why you think you had to come here without at least letting me know.” “Yeah, sorry about that.” Allison shrugged again.“I'll try to explain.” “ Good,” Jason said and lit the flame under the tea pot. “Well, you know I broke up with my boyfriend, I wrote you that, but what you don’t know is it was because of you.” “Me!” Jason's eyes widened. “What do you mean it was because of me? What did I have to do with you breaking up with your boyfriend?” “He was jealous. I mean, it’s true I kept talking about you and your poetry a lot and he knew I was reading everything I could find, every article, every review, all the interviews, especially the one in Paris Review...that was amazing, Jason, that interview and also the article you wrote for Atlantic Monthly about the importance of poetry in a computerized society, and how you asked what it means to be human in a highly technological society and that was way before computers took over like they have. That one was visionary, really, sorry to be rambling.” “That’s okay, but I still don’t get it, what do you mean he was jealous…jealous of what?” “You.” Allison bit her lower lip, paused and took a deep breath. “He said all I ever talked about was you and if I wasn’t talking about you, I was writing about ...