She knows my body

You know my skeleton

The woman within

Although these feelings wane

We’re still chained

Pickpocketed my time

You could have taken

Wristwatches and silver rings

But you saw value in irreplaceable things

You are an artist’s dream

Wild and miserable

Didn’t say much at first

So I bombarded you with speech  

Told you secrets I knew you’d forget

Oh Gemini I’m a wreck

Endless poetry about how I can’t let go

Maybe I’ll drop the pen and clear my head

Or maybe I’ll write til I drop dead

Either way I write for you

My muse