According to him, and although
she never auditioned for the part,
she was not cut out to be a muse;
she inspired him pleasured, devoted as a young nun,
relaxed him too much, but came fragile as a sparrow
hadn’t merely enough drama, but sensitive as a wounded storm
a breeze to love, but not difficult enough to want to run away from
easy to talk to, but stubborn as a theologue
a good listener, but not always taking his side
the best at singing his unrecognized praise, but not good enough for his lyrics
flavorful to the taste, but toxic to the bite
a necessary pain pill, but not hurting enough for his life.
Until someone else came along and at her funeral, of her spoke:
“She was a deliberate aphrodisiac and she didn’t even know!”

©Kozi Nasi