Muse

If I wanted this

I would have fallen for a sculptor

stood still as he hammered his marble

so i was as smooth flawless beautiful

if i wanted my image to be carved and made

i would have become his beloved, his muse

his moon, as bright and lovely as the moon

i would reflect the light god has given him

the sun the glorious glorious prodigious sun

i would spend the years being his shadow

they would see him and only him

when he looks at me

my eyes would be big big big his reflection

will be so clean true right in my eyes

in ceremonies they would hand him awards

genius they would call him 'genius'

they would wave their hand back and forth

and make loud loud noises

in speeches in dedications in interviews they would ask him

who is she who is she you make and remake

she is so beautiful

i would be so close right there there next to him

my eyes will shine like stars, like moons

when he say her her her

it is her i make

he will share me the most wonderful gift he'd say

and the world will have me as i am

covered reeking of his artistry

and then he will unfurl me like a banner like a flag

like the most wonderful gift

look at what i have brought to you, he would say

the most scrumptious muse on the planet

i will stand still so still you would mistake me for a sculpture

And he will say my muse, she is so many things

not only not only is she my lover

she is also a dragon that eats me

she is also also a flower and sometimes a child

sometimes she is a light house other times she is an anchor

she is waves skies forests deserts love misery cage

mostly she is my muse she is why i am here here in front of you

but darling dearest my dear dear love only look at me

I am not beautiful! My eyes do not shine, my skin does not glow

I cannot stand still, I am so busy!

I am only a poet dearest, that’s all I can be